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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 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

　　my career

　　And where are the clowns

　　There ought to be clowns

　　Well maybe next year