| Well now uptown got its hustlers the bowery’s done got its bums
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| 42nd Street got big Jim Walker he’s a pool shootin' son of a gun
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| Yeah he’s big and he’s dumb as any man can come but he’s stronger than a
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| country horse
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| And when the bad folks all get together at night you know they all call big Jim
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| Boss
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| Just because
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| And they say you don’t tug on Superman’s cape
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| You don’t spit into the wind
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| You don’t pull the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger
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| And you don’t mess around with Jim
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| Well outta south Alabama come a country boy he said I’m lookin' for a man named
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| Jim
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| I’m a pool shootin' boy my name is Willy McCoy but down home they call me Slim
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| Yeah I’m lookin' for the King of 42nd Street he drive a drop top Cadillac
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| Last week he took my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money
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| back
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| And everybody said hey Jack don’t you know that
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| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
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| You don’t spit into the wind
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| You don’t pull that mask off the ol' Lone Ranger
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| And you don’t mess around with Jim
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| Well a hush fell over that pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
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| And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn’t bloody was the soles on
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| the big man’s feet
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| He was cut in about a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more
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| And you better believe they sung a different kind of story when big Jim hit the
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| floor
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| And now they say
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| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
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| And you don’t spit into the wind
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| You don’t pull the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger
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| And you don’t mess around with Slim
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| Yeah you got it brother that big Jim he done got what left of his hat
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| And put it on what’s left of his head and he hit the street
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| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
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| You don’t spit into the wind
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| You don’t pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger
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| And you don’t mess around with Slim
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| Not if you got a lick of sense you don’t
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| You see what that little skinny fellow did to Jim
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| He beat his brains out I mean mostly outta his head
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| Say where’d Jim go anyway
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| Ah Jim left and went and got in his drop top Cadillac
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| Shoot Skinny done dunked his mop |