Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowerys got its bums
42nd street got big jim walker
Hes a pool shootin son of a gun
Yeah hes big and dumb as a man can come
But hes stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big jim boss
And they say
You dont tug on supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask of the ol lone ranger
And you dont mess around with Jim
Well outta south alabama come a country boy
He said Im 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 Im lookin for the king of forty second 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, dont you know
You dont tug on supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask of the ol lone ranger
And you dont 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 thing that wasnt bloody
Was the souls of the big mans 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 diffrent kinda story
When big Jim hit the floor, uh huh
Now they say
You dont tug on supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask of the ol lone ranger
And you dont mess around with Jim
Now they say
You dont tug on supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask of the ol lone ranger
And you dont mess around with Slim
You dont pull the mask of the ol lone ranger
And you dont mess around with Slim
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