While I was walking down the beach one bright and sunny day
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I saw a great big wooden box a-floating in the bay
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I pulled it in and opened it up and much to my surprise
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I discovered a * * * right before my eyes
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I tell y'all, I discovered a * * * right before my eyes
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I picked it up and ran to town as happy as a king
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I took it to a guy I knew who'd buy most anything
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But this is what he hollered at me as I walked in his shop
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"Ooh, get out of here with that * * * before I call a cop!
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Son, get out of here with that * * * before I call a cop!"
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I turned around and got right out, a-running for my life
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And then I took it home with me to give it to my wife
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And this is what she said at me as I walked in the door:
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"Ooh, get out of here with that * * * and don't come back no more!
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Please, get out of here with that * * * and don't come back no more!"
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I wandered all around the town until I chanced to meet
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A hobo who was looking for a handout on the street
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He said he'd take most any old thing. He was a desperate man
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But when I showed him the * * *, he turned around and ran
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You know, when I showed him the * * *, he turned around and ran
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I wandered on for many year, a victim of my fate
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Until one day I came upon Saint Peter at the Gate
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And when I tried to take it inside, he told me where to go:
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"Get out of here with that * * *, and take it down below!
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Ray, get out of here with that * * *, and take it down below!"
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The moral of this story is if you're out on the beach
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And you should see a great big box and it's within your reach
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Don't ever stop and open it up. That's my advice to you
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'Cause you'll never get rid of the * * *, no matter what you do
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I tell you, you'll never get rid of the * * *, no matter what you do
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The Thing
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| Ray Charles |
