Uptown got its hustlers
Bowery got it bums
42nd street got big Jim a-Walker
he a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big 'n' dumb
as a man can come
but he stronger than the country hoss
and when da 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 ol' Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Jim"
Ba-doom dooh-dah-dah deem di-di di-di dee
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 Willie McCoy
but down a-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 take my money back"
And everybody say: "Jack...
ooh, 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 that ol' Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Jim"
Ba-doom dooh-dah-dah deem di-di di-di dee
Well, a hush fell over the pool-room
a-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 'bout a hundred places
and he was shot in a couple more
and you better believe
they sang a diff'rent kind-a story
when a-big Jim hit the floor
uh, uh, uh, uh
Now they're sayin':
"You don't tug on Superman's cape
you don't spit into the wind
you don't pull
the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Slim"
Hm, hm, hm... hm, hm, hm, hm
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
find out where's at
and it's not hustlin' people strange to you
even if you do got
a two-piece custom-made pool cue
You don't tug on Superman's cape
you don't spit into the wind
you don't pull
the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Slim
hm, hm, hm... hm-hm, hm-hm
hm, hm, hm...
hm, hm, hm... hm-hm, hm-hm
