Ricky Garni

Fine

Who am I? My mother was a prostitute, my father, a worker in the turpentine factory. I was left out to dry at the Colored Waifs Home For Boys but it doesn’t matter–things worked out, and I am about to play, I am about to sing! 

Who am I? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t. It’s time to play. It’s a wonderful world. And I am fine, just fine, and so are you.