Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up
With one a' those sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to when ya key the mike
'Cause ya know who's a-listenin'
Some clown 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 spring an' a quarter ta
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the fish don't and the almanac's right
And the groundhog his shadow
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I ratchetjaw!

git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a forty-foot on the chimney
a thousand watts in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya feel a when ya throw the switch
Ya gonna dim all the in Wichita
Gonna send out a ta make the government rave
And this here's whatcha 'em all:

"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer cool, you makin' me drool
You were definitely my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about fifteen
You cut me up like a
But what the heck, just a radio check."
And that there's how to

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

[Woman's Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your 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. missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

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

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

Yeah, let them think yer a trucker
Say stuff can't understand, son
Just up-an'-down while yer toolin' around
Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son
tell yer beaver that you gonna leave 'er
You catch her on the
If she comes back with a smart-off
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang the money
Yer X-Y-M's gotta now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and my bird
An' all numbers upon ya all
If don't kill, then 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. 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 cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.