You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptowns got it hustlers

The Bowery's got its bums

And 42nd street got Big Jim Walker

He's a pool shootin' son of a gun

Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come

But he's stronger than a country hoss

And when the bad folks all get together at night

You know they all call Big Jim, Boss

Just because

And they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy

He said, "I'm looking for a man named Jim

I am a pool shootin' boy

My name is Willie McCoy

But down home, they call me Slim

Yeah, I'm lookin for the king of 42nd street

He drivin' a drop top Cadillac

And last week, he took all my money

And it may sound funny

But I come to get my money back"

And everybody say, "Jack, don't you know?

That you don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim"

Well, a hush fell over the pool room

When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street

And when the cutting was done

The only part that wasn't bloody

Was the soles of the big man's feet

Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places

And he was shot in a couple more

And you better believe

They sung a different kinda story

When Big Jim hit the floor, uh-huh

Now they say

You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

(Oh no) You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

You don't mess around with Slim

You don't mess around with Slim

Don't mess around with Slim (No, no)

Don't mess around with Slim (No, no)

Don't mess around with Slim