Isn't it bliss, don't you approve
One who keeps taring around, one who can't move
Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns
Just when I 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 feel
I thought that you'd want what I want... sorry my dear
Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there
What a surprise, who could foresee
I've come to feel about you what you felt about me
Why only now when I see that you've drifted away
What a surpise, what a cliche'
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns... well maybe next year