I had a little fun working with Jim Croce's You Don't Mess Around with Jim as a happy-heart transplant gift for James. Actually, it was the most fun I've had in at least a week, so I have to share.

You Don't Mess Around with James

SickKids’ got its youngins
Mt. Sinai’s got its bums
Toronto General got Big James Williams
He’s a hard-headed son of a gun
Yeah he’s wry and smart and a real upstart
But he’s stubborn as a country hoss
And when the staff team all get together at night
You know they all call Big James “Boss”
Just because...

And they say
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t jump outta planes
You don’t pull a Band-Aid off a perfect stranger
And you don’t mess around with James

Well Big James arrived with a heart the size of a toy
It said my heart rate is pretty slim
I’m a straight-shooting boy
You won’t get anything coy
But doctors say my odds are dim
So I’m looking for a suitable replac-e-ment
Call it a type-O Cadillac
I don’t have much money
And it may sound funny
But I can’t risk a heart attack

Everybody say
Mac, don’t you know
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t jump outta planes
You don’t pull a Band-Aid off a perfect stranger
And you don’t mess around with James

Well a hush fell over the OR
When James was wheeled in by gurney
And when the cutting was done
The new part now in his body
Was the size of his heart times three
Yeah he was cut in ‘bout a hundred places
His ribs were snapped in a couple more
And you better believe
We all felt a kind of glory
When his heartbeat was restored—oh oh oh oh!

We still say
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t jump outta planes
You don’t pull a Band-Aid off a perfect stranger
And you don’t mess around with James