You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown's got its hustlers

The Bowery's got its bums

And forty second street got big Jim Walker

He's a pool shooin' 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 of the ol' 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'm a pool shootin' boy

My name is Willie McCoy

But down home they call me Slim

Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of forty second street

He drivin' a dop 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 of the 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, 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 of the ol' Lone Ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

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