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