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 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?
On the saxophone, Mark Rivera
On the lead guitar Kevin Dukes
On the synthesizer Dave Lebolt
On the rhythm guitar, Russel Javors
On the bass, Doug Stegmeyer
How am I doing?
On the drums, Liberty DeVitto
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
