You dont mess around with jim

Uptown got it’s hustlers, The bowery got it’s bums,

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.

Well outta south Alabama came 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 old Lone Ranger,

And you don’t mess around with Jim.

Well a hush fell over the pool room,

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.

Yeah, big Jim got his hat, Find out where it’s at,

Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue.

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.