E
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
A
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
E
But he stronger than a country hoss
B
And when the bad folks all get together at night
A E
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
E
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
A
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
E
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
B
After he took all my money
And it may sound funny
A E
But I came to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
A E
And you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
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You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
E
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
E
Was the soles of the big man's feet
A
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
E
And he were shot in a couple more
B
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
A E
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
E
(Spoken) Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find 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
A E
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
