You Don't Mess Around With Jim Songtext
von Geoff Castellucci

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Well uptown′s got its huslters
The bowrey has got its bums
But 42nd street's got big Jimmy Walker
He′s a bull 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
Ya know they all call him big Jim boss

Just becau-
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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 looking for a man named Jim
I am a bull shootin′ boy, my name is Willy McCoy
But down home they can call me Slim"

Said "I'm looking for the king of 42nd street
He's driving a drop top Cadillac
Ya know he took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I′ve come to get my money back"
Everybody say "Jack, don′t ya know"

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
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Well a hush fell over the pool room
And Jim he come boppin′ in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the sole on the big man′s feet

Yeah he was cut in ′bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor
Waoo-waoo-oo

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) come on

You don′t tug on Superman's cape
You don't into the wind
You don′t pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you
Don′t mess around
With Slim
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With Slim
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