Uptown got it's hustlers
The Bowery got it's bums
Forty-second street got big Jim Walker he's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yea he big and dumb as a man can come but he's stronger than a country hoss (horse)
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 ol lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Well outta 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 Willy McCoy but down home they call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the king of forty-second street
He's 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 said jack don't ya know
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

Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jim he come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big mans feet
Yea he was cut about a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung another kinda story when big Jim hit the floor

And they sang
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

Yea big Jim got his hat
Found out where its at not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool que

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