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You don't tug on Superman's cape you don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim
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Well uptown got its hustlers the Bowery got its bums
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And forty second street got big Jim Walker he's a pool shootin' son of a gun
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Yeah he's big and dumb as a man can come
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But he's stronger than a country hoss
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And when the bad folks all get together at night
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You know they all call big Jim boss just because
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And they say you don't tug on Superman's cape you don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim
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Well outta south Alabama come a country boy
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He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
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Well I'm a pool shootin' boy my name is Willie McCoy
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But down home they call me Slim
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Yeah I'm looking for the king of Forty Second Street he drivin' a drop top Cadillac
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Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
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But I come to get my money back
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And everybody say Jack don't you know you don't 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 old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim
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Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off of the street
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And when the cuttin' were done the only part that wasn't bloody
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Was the soles of the big man's feet
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Yeah he were cut in bout a hundred places and he were 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 floor
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Now they say you don't tug on Superman's cape you don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Slim
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No no no you don't tug on Superman's cape...
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No no no you don't tug on Superman's cape...
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You Don't Mess Around With Jim
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Donna Fargo |