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Well, Uptown's got its hustlers
The Bowery has got its bums
And 42nd Street's got big Jimmy Walker
He a pool-shooting son of a gun
Yeah, he 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
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Just because
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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, outta
South Alabama
Come a country boy
He said, "I'm looking
For a man named Jim
I am
A pool-shooting boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home
They can call me Slim"
Said, "I'm looking
For the king of 42nd Street
He's driving
A drop top Cadillac
Ya know
He took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I come
To get my money back"
Ah
Everybody say, "Jack
Don't ya know
Ya 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 ya
Don't mess around with Jim"
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Well, a hush fell
Over the pool room
And Jimmy come bopping in off the street
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And when the cutting
Was done
The only part
That wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah, he was cut in 'bout 100 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
Whoo, ooh, ooh
No, 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 ya don't mess around"
With Slim"
Come on
You don't tug
On Superman's cape
You don't (smashes)
Into the wind
You don't pull the mask
Off the old Lone Ranger
And you
Don't mess around
With Slim
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Mm
Mm, with Slim
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