Uptown got its hustlers
The bowry got its bums
And 42nd street got a big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin son of gun
Yeah he big and dumb
as a man can come
But hes 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 dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off
the ol Lone Ranger
and you dont mess around with Jim
Well, out o south Alabama
come a country boy
He said Im lookin
for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin boy
My name is Willie McCoy
but down home they call me Slim
Yeah, Im lookin for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin a drop-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
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 wasnt bloody
was the soles of
the big mans 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
And they say
You dont tug on Supermans cape
You dont spit into the wind
You dont pull the mask off
the ol Lone Ranger
and you dont mess around with Slim