Well, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks
In the backseat of a stolen Cadillac
I had my first cigarette before I could walk
And I was strummin' this guitar before I could talk
'Cause I'm the king (king cry-baby)
Yeah, I'm the king (king cry-baby)
Oh, I'm the king (king cry-baby)
A king cry-baby with a tear in my eye
If you mess with the king, you're gonna cry, baby cry
Baby cry, baby cry, baby cry