Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its hustler,

The bowery got its bums,

Forty-second street got big jimmy 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 ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with jim."

Well outta south alabama come a country boy

Say he's lookin' for a man named jim

"i am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is willy mccoy

But down home they call me slim

Yeah i'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street

Driving 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, don't you know,

You don't tug on superman's cape,

You don't spit into the wind

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

And you don't mess around with jim."

Well a hush fell over the pool room

As 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.

"you don't tug on superman's cape,

You don't spit into the wind

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

And you don't mess around with