While I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny dayI saw a great big wooden box a-floating in the bayI pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surpriseI discovered a * * * right before my eyesI tell y'all, I discovered a * * * right before my eyesI 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"Ooh, get out of here with that * * * before I call a cop!Son, get out of here with that * * * before I call a cop!" I turned around and got right out, a-running for my lifeAnd then I took it home with me to give it to my wifeAnd this is what she said at me as I walked in the door:"Ooh, get out of here with that * * * and don't come back no more!Please, get out of here with that * * * and don't come back no more!"I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meetA hobo who was looking for a handout on the streetHe said he'd take most any old thing. He was a desperate manBut when I showed him the * * *, he turned around and ranYou know, when I showed him the * * *, he turned around and ranI wandered on for many year, a victim of my fateUntil one day I came upon Saint Peter at the GateAnd when I tried to take it inside, he told me where to go:"Get out of here with that * * *, and take it down below!Ray, get out of here with that * * *, 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 * * *, no matter what you doI tell you, you'll never get rid of the * * *, no matter what you do* – Кавер на композицию The Thing в оригинальном исполнении Phil Harris
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