The Thing

While I was walkin' down the beach
 One bright and sunny day
 I saw a great big wooden box
 A-floatin' in the bay
 I pulled it in and opened it up
 And much to my surprise
 Oh, I discovered a...
 Right before my eyes
 Oh, I discovered a...
 Right before my eyes
 I picked it up and ran to town
 As happy as a king
 I took it to a guy I knew
 Who'd buy most anything
 But this is what he hollered at me
 As I walked in his shop
 "Oh, get out of here with that...
 Before I call a cop"
 "Oh, get out of here with that...
 Before I call a cop"
 I turned around and got right out
 A-runnin' for my life
 And then I took it home with me
 To give it to my wife
 But this is what she hollered at me
 As I walked in the door
 "Oh, get out of here with that...
 And don't come back no more"
 "Oh, get out of here with that...
 And don't come back no more"
 [Instrumental Interlude]
 I wandered all around the town
 Until I chanced to meet
 A hobo who was lookin' for
 A handout on the street
 He said he'd take most any old thing
 He was a desperate man
 But when I showed him the...
 He turned around and ran
 Oh, when I showed him the...
 He turned around and ran
 I wandered on for many years
 A victim of my fate
 Until one day I came upon
 St Peter at the gate
 And when I tried to take it inside
 He told me where to go
 Get out of here with that...
 And take it down below
 Oh, get out of here with that...
 And take it down below
 The moral of this story is
 If you're out on the beach
 And you should see a great big box
 And it's within your reach
 Don't ever stop and open it up
 That's my advice to you
 'Cause you'll never get rid of the...
 No matter what you do
 Oh, you'll never get rid of the...
 No matter what you do