Making money ain't nothing exciting to me. You might be able to buy a little better booze than the wino on the corner. But you get sick just like the next cat and when you die you're just as graveyard dead as he is.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world. Oh, yeah.
You got to love to be able to play
Not too slow, not too fast. Kind of like half-fast.
You've got to be good or as bad as the devil.
You either have it or you don't. You play your horn just like you sing a song or a hymn. If it's in your heart, you express yourself in the tune.