Poison - You Don't Mess Around With Jim lyrics

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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

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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