Lyrics Am I The Fool - Dinah Washington

If tears were dollar bills,
I'd be a millionaire
If pain was real estate,
I'd be Piccadilly Square

If scars were silver bars,
I'd be the best dressed chick in town
Am I the fool who's passing for a clown?

If heartaches were made of silk,
I'd be softer than a sigh
And human kindness milk,
I'd have the whole world supplied

I'm always building up,
To what he's always tearing down
Tell me: am I the fool who's passing for a clown?

Now some experts in love say: "Get evil!"
How long can you play a fool?
But the clown starts to frown,
Down in me and says:
"Keep on living, living by the golden rule"

So, why should mother fight?
If misery seems to be,
If troubles seems the height of a sweet stupidity

For on some given night
He just might make it back to be
The fool who's passing for a clown