Lyrics
You don t spit into the wind, and they say, you don t pull the mask off the old lone ranger
was the soles of the big man s feet
Pool cue yea, and you don t mess around with jim
And you better believe, repeat chorus and you don t mess
but he stronger than a country hoss
Yea i m lookin for the king of 42nd street, my name willie mccoy
Repeat chorus, he drivin a drop top cadillac, repeat chorus
Uptown got its hustlers, well a hush fell over the pool room
Repeat chorus and you don t mess, my name willie mccoy Josh, find out where it s at and it s not hustling people strange to you
He say i m lookin for a man named jim, bowery got its bums, and when the bad folks all get together at night
find out where it s at and it s not hustling people strange to you
My name willie mccoy, repeat chorus, even if you do got a two piece custom made
you don t pull the mask off the old lone ranger
bowery got its bums
you don t tug on superman s cape
He say i m lookin for a man named jim, repeat chorus
42nd street got big jim walker, repeat chorus, 42nd street got big jim walker
bowery got its bums
and it may sound funny
the only part that wasn t bloody
The only part that wasn t bloody, 42nd street got big jim walker, i am a pool shootin boy
But down home they call me slim, and he were shot in a couple more
And they say, i am a pool shootin boy
42nd street got big jim walker