Uptown got its' hustlers 
The bowry got its' bums
And 42nd street got a big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of gun

Yeah he 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 
you know they all call 
big Jim "boss" 

Just because

(chorus 1)
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 ol' Lone Ranger 
and you don't mess around with Jim

Well, out o' south Alabama 
come a country boy
He said "I'm lookin'
for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name is Willie McCoy 
but down home they call me Slim"

"Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a drop-top Cadillac
And last week he took all my money
and it may sound funny 
but I come to get my money back"

And everybody say "Jack"

(Chorus 1)

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

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

(chorus 2)
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 ol' Lone Ranger
and you don't mess around with Slim

(Repeat Chorus 2)