The 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
At home they just call me Slim"
You don't spit into the wind
You don't spit into the wind
But I've come to get my money back"
You don't spit into the wind
And you don't mess around with Jim"
"Hey, I'm a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
You know they all call Big Jim 'Boss' just because
Yeah, Big Jim found out where it's at
And you don't mess around with Jim
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
Yeah, he's hustling people, strange to you
Well, a hush fell over the room
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody
When Big Jim hit the floor
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come
Said he was looking for a man named Jim
Well, out of South Alabama came a country boy
And you don't mess around with slim
When the bad folks all get together at night
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
Well, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sang a diff'rent kind of story
But he's stronger than a country hoss
You don't tug on Superman's cape
And everybody say "Jack don't you know
Drivin' a drop top Cadillac
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
"Hey, I'm lookin' for the king of Forty Second Street
Was the soles of the big man's feet
You don't spit into the wind
Oh oh, yeah, don't you know
Don't you know, you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
Jimmy came boppin' in off the street
And they say, you don't tug on Superman's cape
