You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptowns got it hustlers

The Bowery's got its bums

And forty-second street got Big Jim Walker

He's a pool shootin' son of a gunYeah 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, BossJust 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 of the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with JimWell 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 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 backAnd 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 of 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 thing that wasn't bloody

Was the souls of the big mans feetYeah 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 floorNow they say

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 SlimNo 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

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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