作曲 : S. Sondheim
  Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair 
 Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air 
 But where are the clowns 
 Isn't it bliss, don't you approve 
 One who keeps tearing around - and one who can't move 
 But where are the clowns - send in the 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 a farce; my fault I fear 
 I thought that you'd want what I want - sorry my dear 
 But where are the clowns - 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 
 But where are the clowns - there ought to be clowns 
 Well maybe next year