You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Uptown's got its hustlers
The Bowery's got its bums
And forty second street got big Jim Walker
He's a pool shooin' 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 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 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 lookin' for a man named Jim
I'm 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 dop 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 that
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
As Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's 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 different kind of 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 Slim
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
No te metas con Jim
Uptown tiene sus estafadores
El Bowery tiene sus vagabundos
Y la cuadragésima segunda calle tiene al gran Jim Walker
Es un tipo duro en el billar
Sí, es grande y tonto como puede ser un hombre
Pero es más fuerte que un caballo de campo
Y cuando la gente mala se reúne por la noche
Sabes que todos llaman a Big Jim 'jefe'... solo porque
Y dicen
No jales la capa de Superman
No escupas contra el viento
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Jim
Bueno, de Alabama del sur viene un chico del campo
Dijo: 'Estoy buscando a un hombre llamado Jim
Soy un chico del billar
Mi nombre es Willie McCoy
Pero en casa me llaman Slim
Sí, estoy buscando al rey de la cuadragésima segunda calle
Él conduce un Cadillac descapotable
Y la semana pasada se llevó todo mi dinero
Y puede sonar gracioso
Pero vine a recuperar mi dinero.'
Y todos dicen
Jack, ¿no sabes que
No jales la capa de Superman
No escupas contra el viento
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Jim
Bueno, un silencio cayó sobre la sala de billar
Mientras Jimmy entraba calle abajo
Y cuando terminó la pelea
La única parte que no estaba ensangrentada
Eran las plantas de los pies del gran hombre
Sí, lo cortaron en unas cien partes
Y le dispararon un par más
Y mejor que creas
Cantaron una historia diferente
Cuando Big Jim cayó al suelo, uh huh
Ahora dicen
No jales la capa de Superman
No escupas contra el viento
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Slim
No jales la capa de Superman
No escupas contra el viento
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Slim
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Slim