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 for Houston to Canal street
A misfit and a rebel
I see the winos 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