Isn’t it rich?
Is it any fair?
Gold and silver dug from  the ground
Dollars created in thin air
Send in the clowns
Isn’t it a bitch?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps printing
One who can’t mine
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I’d stopped buying the dip
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was real
Making my exit again with my usual flair
Not sure of trend lines
No profit is there
Don’t you love a farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that I’d invest
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Quick, send in the clowns
What a surprise!
Who could foresee?
I’d come to realized about you
How  you can empower me
Why only now, when I see
That you’ve drifted away?
What a surprise
What a cliche
Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my capital this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don’t bother
They’re here