Well now uptown got its hustlers the bowery's done got its bums 42nd Street got big Jim Walker he's a pool shootin' son of a gun Yeah he's big and he's dumb as any man can come but he's stronger than a country 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'm a pool shootin' boy my name is Willy McCoy but down home they call me Slim Yeah I'm lookin' for the King of 42nd Street he drive a drop top Cadillac Last week he took my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money back And everybody said hey Jack don't you know that You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull that mask off the ol' Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well a hush fell over that pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody was the soles on the big man's feet He was cut in about a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more And you better believe they sung a different kind of story when big Jim hit the floor And now they say You don't tug on Superman's cape And 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 Yeah you got it brother that big Jim he done got what left of his hat And put it on what's left of his head and he hit the street You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Not if you got a lick of sense you don't You see what that little skinny fellow did to Jim He beat his brains out I mean mostly outta his head Say where'd Jim go anyway Ah Jim left and went and got in his drop top Cadillac Shoot Skinny done dunked his mop