"Isn't it rich. Are we a pair. Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air. Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss. Don't you approve. One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move. But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns. 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."
This song should be the theme song for our Congress.