Why cant I lay low
Why cant I say what I mean
Why dont I stay home
And get myself into some boring routine

Why cant I calm down
Why is it always a fight
I cant get unwound
Why do I throw myself into the night

Im on the outside
I dont fit into the groove
Now I aint a bad guy
So tell me what am I trying to prove

Why cant I cool out
Why dont 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
Im a big man on mulberry street
I dont mean all day
Only at night when Im light on my feet

What else have I got
That Id be trying to hide
Maybe a blind spot
I havent seen from the sensitive side

But you know in my own heart
Im a big man on mulberry street
I play the whole part
I leave a big tip with every receipt

Im so romantic
Im such a passionate man
Sometimes I panic
What if nobody finds out who I am