Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Davis)

YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay attention now; I'm only gonna explain it to ya once.

You go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
one a' those fancy sidebands?
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the
Get a mike in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike ya key the mike
'Cause ya know who's a-listenin'
clown insists on a 10-36
This what you give 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
An' I figger it's the a' the moon, son
It's half-past an' a quarter ta fall
An' the big a-settin' on noon, son
Now if the fish don't and the almanac's right
And the groundhog sees his
A goes tick-tock-tick."
And what I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place
a forty-foot pole on the chimney
With a thousand in yer flowerpots
And a ree-mote line in the
If ya a twitch when ya throw the switch
Ya gonna dim all the lights in
Gonna send out a wave ta make the government
And this whatcha tell 'em all:

"Yeah, four, buddy, yer comin' in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you me drool
You definitely battin' my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about pound
You cut me up a bandsaw
But what the heck, it's a radio check."
And there's how to ratchetjaw

[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if listening to a party line.]

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's twenty? Where are you anyway, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4.

[Man's voice] Lissen, you. Shut up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a thing anybody's sayin'.

[C.W.] Buffalo That's a dumb handle.

Wanna feel some pain? Just up yer gain
Get a earful a' garbage
Ta a belch, just hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You wanna have fun, you
get on the press-ta-talk switch
You amuse 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' called ratchetjaw

Yeah, let suckers think yer a trucker
Say stuff they understand, son
Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin'
Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son
Just tell yer beaver you gonna leave 'er
You catch her on the
If she back with a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer on honey, hang onto the money
Yer gotta blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all them numbers ya all
If speed don't kill, CB will."
And that's what I call

CB conversations.]

Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, by bouts of laughter]

[Man's voice. Begins deep, slowly rising to Shirley and Squirrely squeakiness.] Yeah, 10-4, we got ya, breaker. Come back on that? Say, what a'... s'not? some kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.