You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics - Poison'd! - Poison

Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and shut up a minute. 

Give me a chance to talk, it's my turn. 

Uptown got it's hustlers 

Bowery got it's bums 

42nd Street got Big Jim Walker 

He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun 

Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come 

But he 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 ... 

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 

From south Alabama came a country boy 

Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim 

I am a pool-shootin' boy 

My name Willie McCoy 

But down home folks call me Slim 

Yea I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd Street 

He drivin' some drop top Cadillac 

And I know it sounds funny, but he took all my money, 

now I come to get my money back. 

And everybody say Jack (JACK) 

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 a hush fell over the pool room 

Jimmy come boppin' in off the street 

And when the cuttin' were done 

The only part that wasn't bloody 

Was the soles of the big man's feet 

Yea he were cut in a million places 

And he were shot in a couple more 

And you better believe 

They told a different kind of story 

When big Jim hit the floor ... See ya Jim Boy. 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 Slim 

[Spoken] Now, if I were Big Jim, I woulda Taken all the money, 

grabbed the best looking girl I seen, 

jumped in my car, and got the hell outta town. 

You'd see me NOOO more. 

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 

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