Jerry Wachter

  Lyrics      Billy Joel

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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 cool out?

Why don't I button my lip?

  Why do I lash out?

  Why is it I always shoot from the hip?

  I 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

    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

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