Why can't I lay low
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Why can't I say what I mean
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Why don't I stay home
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And get myself into some boring routine
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Why can't I calm down
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Why is it always a fight
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I can't get unwound
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Why do I throw myself into the night
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I'm on the outside
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I don't fit into the groove
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Now I ain't a bad guy
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So tell me what am I trying to prove
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Why can't I cool out
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Why don't I button my lip
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Why do I lash out
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Why is it I always shoot from the hip
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I cruise from Houston to canal street
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A misfit and a rebel
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I see the winds talking to themselves
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And I can understand
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Why is it everytime I go out
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I always seem to get in trouble
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I guess I made an impression on somebody
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North of hester and south of grand
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And so in my small way
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I'm a big man on Mulberry street
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I don't mean all day
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Only at night when I'm light on my feet
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What else have I got
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That I'd be trying to hide
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Maybe a blind spot
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I haven't seen from the sensitive side
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But you know in my own heart
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I'm a big man on Mulberry street
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I play the whole part
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I leave a big tip with every receipt
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I'm so romantic
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I'm such a passionate man
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Sometimes I panic
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What if nobody finds out who I am
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Big Man On Mulberry Street
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Billy Joel |