You Dont Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its hustlers
The bowery got its bums
42nd street got Big Jim Walker
Hes a pool-shootin son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But hes stronger than a country horse
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim boss
Just because
And they say
'You dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you dont mess around with Jim'
Well, outta South Alabama came a country boy
He said, 'Im lookin for a man named Jim'
I am a pool-shootin boy, my name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me, Slim'
Yeah, Im lookin for the king of 42nd street
He drivin a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But Ive come to get my money back
And everybody say, 'Jack, dont you know?
And you dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you dont mess around with Jim'
Well, a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin in off the street
And when the cuttin were done
The only part that wasnt bloody
Was the soles of the big mans feet
Yeah, he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor
Now they say
'You dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you dont mess around with Slim'
Yeah, Big Jim got his hat
Find out where its at
And its not hustlin people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue
Yeah, you dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you dont mess around with Slim