Lyrics:

Hey come on now everyone
Sit down, shut up a bit
Give me a chance to talk
It's my turn
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country horse
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call big Jim boss
Just because, 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 that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd street
He drivin' a drop top cadillac
And I know it sound funny
But he took all my money
But I come to get my money back
Everybody say Jack (Jack)
And he say, you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
A hush fell over the pool room
As Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
He were cut in in million places
And was shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They told a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor, 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 that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim
Now if had been Jim
I would've taken the all the money
Grab the best looking girl I see
And jump them and get the hell outta town
You'll see me no more
Yeah 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
Yeah 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