Uptown got it s hustlers
The bowery got it s 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 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 that old Lone Ranger
And you don t mess around with Jim
Do da do da da di di de de de di
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I m lookin for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down 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 everybody say Jack don t you know
And 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
Do da do da da di di de de de di
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
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor now 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 Slim
mm mn mn mn mn mn mn mn
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it s at
And it s not hustlin people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue
Yeah 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