Intro 
 
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Uptown got its hustler, 

The bowery got its bums, 

Forty-second street got big Jimmy Walker, 

He's a pool shootin' son of a gun 
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Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come 

But he's 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,"  
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Just because 
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And they say, "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 ol' Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim." 
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Well outta south Alabama come a country boy 

Say he's lookin' for a man named Jim 

"I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willy McCoy 

But down home they call me Slim 
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Yeah I'm lookin' for the King of 42nd Street 

Driving a drop-top Cadillac 
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Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny 
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But I come to get my money back." 
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And everybody say, "Jack, don't you know, 
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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 ol' Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim." 

Solo 
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Well a hush fell over the pool room  

as Jimmy come boppin' in off the street 

And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody  

Was the soles of the big man's feet 
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Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places, 

And he was shot in a couple more 
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And you better believe they sung a different kind of story 
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When big Jim hit the floor. 
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Oh oh oh 
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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 ol' Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim."  
SPOKEN: 
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