Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up
With one a' those fancy
Get and two on the door
Get a mike in yer jaw-hand
to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never know a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's what you 'im:

"Four, buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a ta fall
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the fish bite and the almanac's right
And the sees his shadow
A goes tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place
With a forty-foot on the chimney
With a thousand watts in yer
And a ree-mote line in the
If ya feel a twitch when ya the switch
Ya gonna dim all the in Wichita
Gonna send out a wave ta make the rave
And this here's whatcha tell 'em

"Yeah, four, buddy, yer comin' in cruddy
But yer right through my wall, boy
Yer cool, you makin' me drool
You were battin' my ball, boy
You me round about fifteen pound
You cut me up a bandsaw
But the heck, it's just a radio check."
And that how to ratchetjaw

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

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

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

[C.W.] Buffalo Roy? That's a handle.

Wanna feel some Just turn up yer gain
Get a fearful a' garbage
Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer
You can cut out all the
You wanna fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the switch
You gonna 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

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

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 kind a'... s'not? some kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.