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

[Spoken]
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