You Don't Mess Around with Jim

Uptown got its hustlers, the Bowery got its bums

42nd Street got big Jim Walker, he a pool shootin' son of a gun

Yeah, he 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 that old Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy

He said, "I'm lookin' 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 drive an old drop-top Cadillac

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?"

Well, you don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, a hush fell over the pool room

Till Jimmy come boppin' in off the street

And when the cuttin' 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 kind of story

When Big Jim hit the floor, oh

Now they sing

You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

Yeah, Big Jim got his hat

Find out where it's at, it's not hustlin' people strange to you

Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue

Yeah, you don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim