The uptown got
lts hustlers
And the Bowery
Got its bum
42nd Street got-a
Big Jimmy Walker
He a pool-shootin'
Son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb
As a 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
Old Lone Ranger
And you don't
Mess around
With Jim
Ba-doo-n-doo-doo-da
Dee dee
N-dee-dee-dee-dee
Well, out of
South Alabama
Come a country boy
Said a-lookin' for
A man named Jim
I am a
Pool shootin' boy
My name be
Willie McCoy
But down home
They just call me Slim
Hey, I'm a-lookin' for
The king of 42nd 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
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
Ba-doo-n-doo-da-da
Dee dee
Dee-dee-dee-dee
Well, a hush fell
Over the pool room
When Jimmy came
A-boppin' in
Off-a the street
And when the
Cuttin' was done
The only part
Wasn't bloody
Was the soles of
The big man's feet
Yeah, he was
Cut in 'bout
A hundred places
He was shot in
A couple-a more
And you'd
Better believe
I sung a different
Kind of story
When big Jim
Hit the floor
Uh... huh
And they sang
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
Ah-doo-da-da
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Yeah, Big Jim
Got his hat
Find out where it's at
Not hustlin' people
Strange to you
Even if you do
Got a two-piece
Custom-made pool cue
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
Ah doo-n-doo-da-da
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