Uptown got its hustlers
Boulevard got its bum
42Nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a country hoss
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
Well, out of south Alabama come a country boy
You see, I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I'm a pool shootin' boy by name of Wеllie McCoy
But down at home thеy call me Slim
Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He's drivin' a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
But I've come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack
Don't you know
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
When Jimmy come boppin' in off of the street
And when the cuttin' was done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah, he was cut in about a hundred places
And was 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 the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
Yeah, Big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you got a two-piece custom made pool cue
Ha ha, 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
