Isn't it rich are we a pair?. Me here at last on the ground. You in mid-air.. Send in the clowns.. Isn't it bliss don't you approve?. One who keeps tearing around. One who can't move. Where are the clowns?. Send in the clowns.. Just when I'd stopped opening doors. Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.. Making my entrance again with my usual flair. Sure of my lines;. No one is there.. Don't you love farce?. My fault I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want. Sorry my dear. But where are the clowns. There ought to be clowns. Quick send in the clowns. What a surprise!. Who could foresee. I'd come to feel about you. What you felt about me?. Why only now when I see. That you've drifted away?. What a surprise.... What a cliche'.... Isn't it rich isn't it queer. Losing my timing this late in my career. And where are the clowns. Quick send in the clowns. Don't bother they're here.