While I was walkin’ down the beach one bright and sunny dayI saw a great big wooden box a-floatin’ in the bayI pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surpriseOh, I discovered a (Boom-ba-boom), right before my eyesOh, I discovered a (Boom-ba-boom), right before my eyes
I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a kingI took it to a guy I knew who’d buy most anythingBut this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), before I call a cop”“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), before I call a cop”
I turned around and got right out, a-runnin’ for my lifeAnd then I took it home with me to give it to my wifeBut this is what she hollered at me as I walked in the door“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and don’t come back no more”“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and don’t come back no more”
I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meetA hobo who was lookin’ for a handout on the streetHe said he’d take most any old thing, he was a desperate manBut when I showed him the (Boom-ba-boom), he turned around and ranOh, when I showed him the (Boom-ba-boom), he turned around and ran
I wandered on for many years a victim of my fateUntil one day I came upon St. Peter at the gateAnd when I tried to take it inside he told me where to goGet out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and take it down belowOh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and take it down below
The moral of this story is: if you’re out on the beachAnd you should see a great big box, and it’s within your reachDon’t ever stop and open it up, that’s my advice to you‘Cause you’ll never get rid of the (Boom-ba-boom), no matter what you doOh you’ll never get rid of the (Boom-ba-boom), no matter what you do
While I was walkin’ down the beach one bright and sunny dayI saw a great big wooden box a-floatin’ in the bayI pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surpriseOh, I discovered a (Boom-ba-boom), right before my eyesOh, I discovered a (Boom-ba-boom), right before my eyes
I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a kingI took it to a guy I knew who’d buy most anythingBut this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), before I call a cop”“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), before I call a cop”
I turned around and got right out, a-runnin’ for my lifeAnd then I took it home with me to give it to my wifeBut this is what she hollered at me as I walked in the door“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and don’t come back no more”“Oh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and don’t come back no more”
I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meetA hobo who was lookin’ for a handout on the streetHe said he’d take most any old thing, he was a desperate manBut when I showed him the (Boom-ba-boom), he turned around and ranOh, when I showed him the (Boom-ba-boom), he turned around and ran
I wandered on for many years a victim of my fateUntil one day I came upon St. Peter at the gateAnd when I tried to take it inside he told me where to goGet out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and take it down belowOh, get out of here with that (Boom-ba-boom), and take it down below
The moral of this story is: if you’re out on the beachAnd you should see a great big box, and it’s within your reachDon’t ever stop and open it up, that’s my advice to you‘Cause you’ll never get rid of the (Boom-ba-boom), no matter what you doOh you’ll never get rid of the (Boom-ba-boom), no matter what you do