Lyrics:

Like a leaf caught in the wind He drifted a while With no purpose or direction to-oo his life He tried to get himself together-er-er And pacify his mind And forget about the things he le-eft behind The cryin' woman Standing helpless in his door-oor With a two month old baby-y i-in her arms His little black book Laying torn up on the floor And God only knows he never meant to do-oo her wrong A careless weekend on the other si-ide of town Has torn the King of Oak Street's Castle dow-ow-own And all week long he's trie-ied to ca-all her-er-er But she won't let him explain Now Sunday morning finds him walking i-in the rain He sits down in a phone booth and he prays That she'll forgive him And she'll belie-ieve he's changed his ways With shaking hand He deposits hi-is last dime And he's still praying that she won't hang u-up this ti-ime Then the sweetest voice he's ever hear-eard says hello-o-o Breakfast's a-almost ready ba-aby-y, come on ho-o-ome I've thought the who-ole thing over And I think I understand That the King of Oak Street is just an ordinary man I-I've thought the who-ole thing o-over-er And I think I understand That the King of Oak Stree-eet is just an ordinary man...