You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Uptown got its hustler,
The bowery got its bums,
Forty-second street got big Jimmy 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 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 that ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim."
Well outta south Alabama come a country boy
Say he's lookin' for a man named Jim
"I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willy McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the King of 42nd Street
Driving a drop-top Cadillac
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 off that 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.
"You don't tug on Superman's cape,
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim."
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
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
No te metas con Jim
Uptown tiene a su estafador,
El Bowery tiene a sus vagabundos,
La calle Cuarenta y Dos tiene al gran Jimmy Walker,
Es un hijo de la gran p*** que juega al 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 Jim 'Jefe',
Solo porque
Y dicen, 'No le jales la capa a Superman,
No escupas contra el viento,
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Jim.'
Bueno, desde el sur de Alabama viene un chico del campo
Dice que está buscando a un hombre llamado Jim,
'Soy un chico que juega al billar, mi nombre es Willy McCoy
Pero en casa me llaman Slim,
Sí, estoy buscando al Rey de la Calle 42
Manejando un Cadillac descapotable,
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 le jales la capa a 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
Cuando Jim entró calle abajo
Y cuando terminó la pelea, la única parte que no estaba ensangrentada
Eran las plantas de los pies del gran hombre
Sí, estaba cortado en unas cien lugares,
Y le dispararon en un par más
Y mejor que creas que contaron una historia diferente
Cuando Jim cayó al suelo.
'No le jales la capa a Superman,
No escupas contra el viento,
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Slim.'
Sí, Jim se llevó su sombrero
Descubre dónde está
Y no es estafar a personas extrañas para ti
Incluso si tienes un taco de billar hecho a medida de dos piezas
Sí, no le jales la capa a Superman,
No escupas contra el viento,
No le quites la máscara al viejo Lone Ranger
Y no te metas con Slim