Big man on mulberry street

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