Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowery`s got its bums
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
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 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 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, 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 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 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
Now 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 Slim
You don`t pull the mask of the ol` lone ranger
And you don`t mess around with Slim
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