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