You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its hustler,

Yeah, he’s big and dumb as a man can come

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

Yeah I’m lookin’ for the King of 42nd Street

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,

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

Yeah he was cut in ’bout a hundred places,

And you better believe they sung a different kind of story

When big Jim hit the floor.

Oh oh oh

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.”