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Вся информация о сотовых телефоных You don't mess around with Jim Uptown got it's hustlers The Bowery got it's bums And 42nd street got big Jim Walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun Ya, he's big and dumb as a man can come But stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim boss And they say, `You don't on Supermans' 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' Da, do, da, do... Well out of south Alabama come a country boy He said, `Looking for a man named Jim I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Will Macoy But down home they call me Slim And I'm looking 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've come to get my money back' And everybody say Jack, `You don't on Supermans' 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' Da, do, da, do... Well a hush fell over the pool room When Jim he come boppin' 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 And he was cut in 'bout a hundred places And he was shot in a couple more And you better believe the song took on a different story When big Jim hit the floor You don't tug on Supermans' 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 Da, do, da, do... You don't tug on Supermans' 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 Da, do, da, do... Ya, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And not hustling people strange to you Even if you got a two piece costume made pool cue |