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The Thing 
The Thing 
As I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day I came across a great big box a-floating in the bay I pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise I discovered a ! ! !, right before my eyes Oh, I discovered a ! ! !, right before my eyes. 
I picked it up and went to town as happy as a king I took it to a man I know who'll buy most anything But this is what he hollered at me when I walked in his shop 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, running for my life But then I took it home with me and showed it to my wife This is what she hollered at me when I walked in the door 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. 
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 my ! ! !, he turned around and ran. But when I showed him my ! ! !, he turned around and ran. 
I wandered on for many years a victim of my fate Until at last I chanced to meet St Peter at the gate But 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. 
Recorded by Phil Harris ca. 1948 Written by