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 bu*ton my lip Why do i lash out Why is it i always shoot from the hip I cruise from houston to can*l 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 pa**ionate man Sometimes i panic What if nobody finds out who i am