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 a 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 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 always

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've played the whole part

I'll 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?