You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its hustlers
 The Bow'ry got its bums
 The 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
 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 old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim
 Well, out of South Alabama came a country boy
 Said he was looking for a man named Jim
 "Hey, I'm a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
 At home they just call me Slim"
 "Hey, I'm lookin' for the king of Forty Second Street
 Drivin' a drop top Cadillac
 Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
 But I've 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 the old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim"
 Well, a hush fell over the room
 Jimmy came 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
 Well, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
 And he was shot in a couple more
 And you better believe they sang a diff'rent kind of story
 When Big Jim hit the floor
 Oh oh, yeah, 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 the old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Slim
 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 the old lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with slim
 Yeah, Big Jim found out where it's at
 Yeah, he's hustling people, strange to you
 Even if you do got a two-piece custom made pool cue