You Don't Mess Around With Jim

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Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
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He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
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Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
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And when the bad folks all get together at night
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You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
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You don't tug on Superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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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
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But down home they call me Slim
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Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
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Last week he took all my money
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And it may sound funny
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But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
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And you don't tug on Superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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Do da do da da di di de de de di
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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
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Was the soles of the big man's feet
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Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
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And you better believe
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They sung a different kind of story
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When big Jim hit the floor now they say
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You don't tug on Superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Slim
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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
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Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Slim