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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