Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair, me here at last on the ground, you admitted, sending the crown.
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve, one who keeps tearing around, one who can't move, where are the clowns, sending the clowns.
Just when I stopped.
Oh, funny.
It goes, finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours, making my entrance again with my usual flair, sure of my lies, no one is there.
Don't you love us, 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.
Isn't it bliss, don't you approve, one who keeps tearing around, me here at last on the ground, you admitted, sending the crown.