Uptown got
it's hustlers
The bowery got
it's bums
Forty-second Street got
big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin
son of a gun
Yeah 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
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
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
Yeah I'm lookin for
the king of
forty-second 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
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 Jim
Well a hush fell
over the pool room
Jimmy came 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
Yeah he were cut in
about a hundred places
And he were shot
in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different
kind of story
When big Jim
hit the floor
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
Found out where it's at
And it's not hustlin
people strange to you
Even if you do got
a two-piece
custom-made
pool cue
They say 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