You Don’t Mess Around With Jim Donna Fargo

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One, two, three, four)

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, uptown got its hustlers the Bowery got its bums
And forty second street got big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he's 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

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, outta south Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
Well, I'm a pool shootin' boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home
They call me Slim