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 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      Chorus:   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 an ole lone ranger    And you don't mess around with Jim      Well, out o' south Alabama come a country boy   He said "I'm lookin for a man named Jim"   I am a pool shootin boy   My name is Will McCoy but down home they call me Slim   Well, I'm lookin for the gang of 42nd    I hear he drive a drop-top Cadillac   And last week he took all my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money   And everybody say jack!      (Chorus)      Well, a hush fell over the pool room as Jimmy come boppin in off the street   And when the cuttin was done they only thought it wasn't blood, it was the soles of the big man's feet   Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places and he was shot in couple more   And you better believe they sung a different kind o' story when Big Jim hit the floor      Chorus # 2   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 an ole lone ranger   and you don't mess around with Slim      (Repeat Chorus # 2)