[00:08.33]Isn't it rich, are we a pair
[00:17.46]Me here atlast on the ground, you in midair
[00:26.33]Where are the clowns
[00:34.71]Isn't it bliss, don't you approve
[00:42.90]One who keeps taring around, one who can't move
[00:52.19]Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns
[01:00.23]Just when I stopped opening doors
[01:09.04]Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
[01:16.23]Making my entrance again with my usual flair
[01:23.73]Sure of my lines, no one is there
[01:37.29]Don't you love farce, my fault I feel
[01:45.04]I thought that you'd want what I want....sorry my dear
[01:54.85]Where are the clowns, send in the clowns... don't bother there
[02:09.82]What a surprise, who could foresee
[02:16.15]I've come to feel about you what you felt about me
[02:23.57]Why only now when I see that you've drifted away
[02:31.78]What a surpise, what a cliche'-
[02:44.78]Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
[02:53.47]Losing my timing this late in my career
[03:03.97]Where are the clowns, there aught to be clowns- well maybe next year