You Don't Mess Around With Jim (Jim Crocι) - STING 21413   (Stefan Sidholm)  

 

(Opener): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE

Uptown got it's hustlers – bowery got it's bums

42nd Street got Big Jim Walker

       - he's a pool-shootin' ALLEMANDE LEFT and WEAVE THE RING

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

 

 

(Figure): HEADS SQUARE THRU FOUR now –  –  –  – SWING THRU

BOY RUN RIGHT, HALF TAG – GIRL RUN – REVERSE FLUTTERWHEEL

SWEEP ONE QUARTER – VEER RIGHT, the BOY CROSS RUN – PROMENADE

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

                             - and you don't mess around with Jim

 

 

(Middle Break): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE

South Alabama came a country boy

                             - he said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy my name is Willie McCoy

 - but down home they call me Slim – ALLEMANDE LEFT and WEAVE

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

 

 

(Closer): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE

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

FOUR LADIES PROMENADE a walking along – get back home SWING your man PROMENADE

You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

                             - and you don't mess around with Jim

 

(Tag): Give her a SWING –  pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

                             - and you don't mess around with Jim!

 

 

ORIGINAL LYRICS:

 

Uptown got it's hustlers, the bowery got it's bums
42nd 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 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 that old Lone Ranger and you don't mess around with Jim

Well outta south Alabama came a country boy, he say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy my name is Willie McCoy but down home they call me Slim

Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street, he’s driving a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money back

 

Everybody say Jack don't you know

Well a hush fell over the pool room, when Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he was cut in bout a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story when big Jim hit the floor

 

 - Now 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 Slim

Yeah, big Jim got his hat find out where it's at and it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue