You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got it's hustlers
 The bowery got it's bums
 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 that old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim
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 Well, outta south Alabama came a country boy
 He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
 I am a pool shootin' boy
 My name's 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
 Last week, he took all my money
 And it may sound funny
 But I come to get my money back
 And everybody say, Jack uh, don't you know
 And 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
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 Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
 And when the cuttin' were done
 The only part that wasn't bloody
 Was the soles of the big man's feet
 Yeah, he was cut in 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
 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 that old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Slim
 Yeah, big Jim got his hat
 Find out where it's at
 And 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 the old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Slim