Uptowns got it hustlers
 The bowery's got its bums
 42nd street got big jim walker
 He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
 Yeah he's big and dumb as a man [bad word]  But he's stronger than a country hoss
 And when the bad folks all get together at night
 You know they all call big jim boss

 And they say
 You don't tug on superman's cape
 You don't spit into the wind
 You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim

 Well outta south [bad word] a country boy
 He said I'm looking for a man named jim
 I am a pool shootin boy
 My name is 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
 And last week he took all my money
 And it may sound funny
 But [bad word] 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 of the ol' lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim

 Well a hush fell over the pool room
 When [bad word] boppin' in off the street
 And when the cutting was done
 The only thing that wasn't bloody
 Was the souls of the big mans feet
 Yeah he was cut in bout a hundred places
 And he was shot in a couple more
 And you better believe
 They sung a diffrent kinda story
 When big Jim hit the floor, uh huh

 Now they say
 You don't tug on superman's cape
 You don't spit into the wind
 You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Jim

 Now they say
 You don't tug on superman's cape
 You don't spit into the wind
 You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Slim

 You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
 And you don't mess around with Slim