Send in the Clowns

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
 Quick, send in the clowns
 Don't bother, they're here
 Isn't it rich
 Isn't it queer
 Losing my timing this late in my career
 And where are the clowns
 There ought to be clowns
 Well maybe next year