Hey
Come on, now everyone
Sit down, shut up a bit
Give me a chance to talk
It's my turn
Well, uptown got its hustlers
And the bowery got its bums
42nd street got big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country horse
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 that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Oh, no
From South Alabama come a country boy
He say "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I'm a pool shootin' boy, my name Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me Slim
I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd street
He drivin' some drop top Cadillac
And I know it sound funny, but he took all my money
Now I come to get my money back"
Everybody say Jack (Jack)
And he say, you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
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A hush fell over the poolroom
As Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
He was cut in a million places
And was shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They told a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor, now they say
See ya, Jim boy
And he say, you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
Now if had been Jim
I would've taken the all the money
Grab the best looking girl I see
And jump them and get the hell outta town
You'll see me no more
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
You don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim