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