Do’nt mess around with

Uptown got it’s hustlers

He’s a pool-shootin’ son of a gun

Yeah, he 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

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Do da do da da di di de de de di

Well outta south Alabama came a country boy

But down home they call me Slim

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 you don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Do da do da da di di de de de di

Well a hush fell over the pool room

Was the soles of the big man’s feet

Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places

And you better believe

They sung a different kind of story

When big Jim hit the floor now 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 old Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim

mm mn mn mn mn mn mn mn

Yeah 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 Slim