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 hand-out 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)