While I was walking 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 Ooh, I discovered a (*boom-boom-boom*) right before my eyes Ooh, I discovered a (*boom-boom-boom*) 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 any thing But this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop Ooh, get outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) before I call a cop Ooh, get outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) before I call a cop I turned around and got right out, a-runnin' for my life And than 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 outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) and don't come back no more Oh, get outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) and don't come back no more I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meet A hobo who was looking 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 (*boom-boom-boom*), he turned around and ran Oh, when I showed him the (*boom-boom-boom*), 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 outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) and take it down below Oh, get outta here with that (*boom-boom-boom*) 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 (*boom-boom-boom*), no matter what you do Oh, you'll never get rid of the (*boom-boom-boom*), no matter what you do (*boom-boom-boom* = 3 strikes on the drum)