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 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 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