You Don't Mess Around With Jim

INTRO: Uptown's got its hustlers, the Bowry's got its bums And forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Yeah he's big and dumb as a man can come And 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, do do do do da dee dee dee Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He said "I'm lookin for a man named Jim I'm a pool shootin boy my name is Willie McCoy At home they just call me Slim Yeah 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 CHORUS Well a hush fell over the pool room As Jimmy came boppin in offa 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 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 huh, now they say CHORUS 2: 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 CHORUS 2 You don't pull the mask off the ol Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim