Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics
Uptown got it's hustlersThe bowery got it's bums42nd street got big jim walkerHe's a pool-shootin' son of a gunYeah, he big and dumb as a man can comeBut he stronger than a country hossAnd when the bad folks all get together at nightYou know they all call big jim "boss", just becauseAnd they sayYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask off that old lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with jimWell outta south alabama came a country boyHe say i'm lookin' for a man named jimI am a pool-shootin' boyMy name willie mccoyBut down home they call me slimYeah i'm lookin' for the king of 42nd streetHe drivin' a drop top cadillacLast week he took all my moneyAnd it may sound funnyBut i come to get my money backAnd everybody say jack don't you knowAnd you don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask off that old lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with jimWell a hush fell over the pool roomJimmy come boppin' in off the streetAnd when the cuttin' were doneThe only part that wasn't bloodyWas the soles of the big man's feetYeah he were cut in in bout a hundred placesAnd he were shot in a couple moreAnd you better believeThey sung a different kind of storyWhen big jim hit the floor now they sayYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask off that old lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with slimYeah, big jim got his hatFind out where it's atAnd it's not hustlin' people strange to youEven if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cueYeah you don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask off the old lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with slim
