I Was A Child Of A Really Wild - Night In Chicago

I Was A Child Of A Really Wild
Night In Chicago
My father was a mafia man
My mother was a New Mexican
and
I never even knew his name

That's the beginning of a song I wrote about myself.
I haven't sang it for awhile, I forget how it ends.

That was also the story told to me by my mom, and even that little snippet is not completely true.
My mother did once tell me his name, but at the time I didn't give a damn.

Now it's to late to ask.

She did give me a picture of her and a strangely familiar looking guy sitting at a table in a nightclub.
On the night that I guess was the first spark of my Life.

She told me, that he told her, that he had to do one last job for his godfather, then he'd be back with plenty of what it takes to sweep her off her feet.

She never saw him again, and I bet you saw that coming.
I don't know if she did or not.

She did find someone to marry her so that I was not born a bastard, which was a big deal back in those days.
I always thought it would have been pretty cool. You know someone call me that, and I could say "Yeah I am, so what", or hopefully something much more clever.

But no. I was just born a normal.
Rebelling against normal has pretty much been the theme of my life.+