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 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? --- Big Man on Mulberry Street - Billy Joel