Do'nt mess around with

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Uptown got it's hustlers 
 
The bowery got it's bums 
 
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker 
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He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun 
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Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come 
 
But he 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  
 
And they say 
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You don't tug 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 that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim 
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Do da do da da di di de de de di 
 
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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 
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But down home they call me Slim 
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Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street 
 
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac 
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Last week he took all my money 
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And it may sound funny 
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But I come to get my money back 
              
And everybody say Jack don't you know 
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And you don't tug 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 that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim 
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Do da do da da di di de de de di 
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Well a hush fell over the pool room 
 
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street 
 
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 in bout a hundred places 
 
And he were shot in a couple more 
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And you better believe 
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They sung a different kind of story 
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When big Jim hit the floor now they say 
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You don't tug 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 that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Slim 
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mm mn mn mn mn mn mn mn  
 
Yeah, big Jim got his hat 
 
Find out where it's at 
 
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you 
 
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue 
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Yeah you don't tug 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 
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And you don't mess around with Slim