(One two one two three four) 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 uptown got its hustlers the Bowery got its
bums And forty second street got big Jim Walker
he's a pool 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 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 the old Lone Ranger and
you don't mess around with Jim

Well outta south Alabama come a country boy He
said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim Well I'm a
pool shootin' boy my name is Willie McCoy But down
home they call me Slim Yeah I'm looking for the
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/MFmking of Forty Second Street he drivin' a drop top
Cadillac Last week he took all my money and it may
sound funny But I come to get my money back And
everybody say Jack don't you know you don't 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 a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come
boppin' in off of the street And when the cuttin'
were done the only part that wasn't bloody Was the
soles of the big man's feet Yeah he were cut in
bout a hundred places and he were shot in a couple
more And you better believe they sung 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 the
old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with
Slim No no no you don't tug on Superman's cape...
No no no you don't tug on Superman's cape...