You Don't Mess Around With Jim (Demo Ver.)

Hey Come on now everyone sit down and shut up a minute Give me a chance to talk it's my turn Uptown got it's hustlers Bowery got it's bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yea 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 the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim From south Alabama came a country boy Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy My name Willie McCoy But down home folks call me Slim Yea I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd Street He drivin' some drop top Cadillac And I know it sounds funny but he took all my money now I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack JACK 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 the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come 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 Yea he were cut in a million places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They told a different kind of story When big Jim hit the floor See ya Jim Boy 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 the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Now if I were Big Jim I woulda Taken all the money grabbed the best looking girl I seen jumped in my car and got the hell outta town You'd see me NOOO more 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 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