Compilation Series - You Don't Mess Around With Jim lyrics

Uptown got its hustlers Bowery got its bums 42nd 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 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... (CHORUS) 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 outa south Alabama come 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 Yea 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 that (REPEAT CHORUS) 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 Yea he were cut in 'bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a diffrent kind of story When big Jim hit the floor...now they say (REPEAT CHORUS [New Last Line] And you don't mess around with Slim) [Spoken] Yea, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And it's not hustling people strange to you Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue...yea (REPEAT CHORUS)