Hey Come on now
everyone sit down
and shut up a minute
Give me a chance to talk
it's my turn
Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea he big and dumb
as a man can come
But he 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 old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
From south Alabama came
a country boy
Hey say I'm lookin'
for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the man
of 42nd Street
He drivin' some drop top Cadillac
And I know it sounds funny
but he took all my money
now I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack JACK
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 old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well a hush fell
over the pool room
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
Yea he were cut
in a million places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They told a different
kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor
See ya Jim Boy 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 old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess
around with Slim
Now if I were Big Jim
I woulda Taken all the money
grabbed the best
looking girl I seen
jumped in my car
and got the hell outta town
You'd see me NOOO 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