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 a 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 winos 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 always 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've play the whole part I'll leave a big tip with every reciept I'm so romantic I'm such a passionate man Sometimes I panic What if nobody finds out who I am?