You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm Well uptown's got its huslters The bowrey has got its bums But 42nd street's got big Jimmy Walker He's a bull 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 a night Ya know they all call him big Jim boss Just becau- (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) Just because (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) 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 bull shootin' boy, my name is Willy 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've come to get my money back" Everybody say "Jack, don't ya know" 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 (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) Well a hush fell over the pool room And Jim he come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' was done The only part that wasn't bloody Was the sole on 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 Waoo-waoo-oo Now 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) come on You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't into the wind You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger And you Don't mess around With Slim (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) With Slim (Mmmmm-mmm-mm-mm) Ba-do-do-di-da-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee