Why can't I lay low

Why can't I say what I mean

Why don't I stay home

And get myself into some boring routine



Why can't I calm down

Why is it always a fight

I can't get unwound

Why do I throw myself into the night



I'm on the outside

I don't fit into the groove

Now I ain't a bad guy

So tell me what am I trying to prove



Why can't I cool out

Why don't I button my lip

Why do I lash out

Why is it I always shoot from the hip



I cruise from Houston to canal street

A misfit and a rebel

I see the winds talking to themselves

And I can understand

Why is it everytime I go out

I always seem to get in trouble

I guess I made an impression on somebody

North of hester and south of grand



And so in my small way

I'm a big man on Mulberry street

I don't mean all day

Only at night when I'm light on my feet



What else have I got

That I'd be trying to hide

Maybe a blind spot

I haven't seen from the sensitive side



But you know in my own heart

I'm a big man on Mulberry street

I play the whole part

I leave a big tip with every receipt



I'm so romantic

I'm such a passionate man

Sometimes I panic

What if nobody finds out who I am