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