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 every time 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