You Don't Mess Around With Jim

You Don't Mess Around With Jim - The Hit Crew

Uptowns got it hustlers

The bowery's got it's 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 can come

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

Just be gane

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 alabama come 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 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 of the ol' lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool room

When Jimmy come 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

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