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
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