Up-town got its hustlers, the Bow'ry got its bums
And 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, 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"
A doo-dn-doo-da-da-dee-dee-dn-dee-dee-dee
Well, out of South Alabama come a country boy
He said, "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But down at home they call me Slim
Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop-top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
But I come to get my money back
And ev'rybody say, Jack, don't you know that
"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"
A doo-dn-doo-da-da-dee-dee-dn-dee-dee-dee
Well, a hush fell over the pool room
When 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
Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a diff'rent kind of story
When a Big Jim hit the floor - oh oh oh
Yeah, 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"
Mmmmh
Yeah, Big Jim got his hat, found out where it's at
And not hustling people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue, mmh
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comYeah, 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"
Mmmmh, mmmh ....