Don't Mess Around With Jim - Poison

Well, uptown got its hustlers

And the Bowery got its bums

42nd 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

He’s stronger than a country horse

And when the bad folks all get together at night

They all call Big Jim, 'Boss'

Just because, yeah, 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 ol' lone ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim, oh no

From the south of Alabama come a country boy

He said, «I'm looking for a man named Jim

Now I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy

Down home, folks call me Slim»

I’m lookin' for the man on 42nd Street

He’s drivin' some drop top Cadillac

And I know it sounds funny

That he took all my money

Now I come to get my money back

Everybody say, «Jack»

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 Ole Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim»

A hush fell over the pool room

As Jimmy walked in off the street

And when the cutting was done

The only part that wasn’t bloody

Was the souls of the big man’s feet

He was cut in a million places

And was shot in a couple more

And you better believe

They told a different kinda story

When Big Jim hit the floor

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 Ole Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim»

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off the Ole Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off the Ole Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim