You Don’t Mess Around with Jim Poison

[Intro]
Hey!
Come on, now, everyone sit down, shut up a bit
Give me a chance to talk, it's my turn

[Verse 1]
Well, uptown got its hustlers and the bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker, he's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
He stronger than a country horse
And when the bad folks all get together at night
Well, they all call big Jim "Boss", just because

[Chorus]
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 that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim"
Oh, no

[Verse 2]
From South Alabama come a country boy
He said, "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
Now, I'm a pool-shootin' boy, my name's Willie McCoy
Down at homе, folks call me Slim
I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd Street
He drivin' somе drop top Cadillac
And I know it sound funny, but he took all my money
Now I come to get my money back"
Everybody say, "Jack" (Jack)