Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip 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 truck
With one a' fancy sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to strike ya key the mike
ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some clown on a 10-36
This here's what you give

"Four, good buddy, I made me a
An' I it's the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past an' a quarter ta fall
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the fish don't bite and the right
And the sees 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 pole on the
With a thousand in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya feel a when ya throw the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
send out a wave ta make the government rave
And this here's whatcha tell 'em

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

[CB conversations. overlaid, as if you're 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 your twenty? Where are you anyway, Roy? 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 pain? turn up yer gain
Get a fearful earful a'
Ta a belch, just hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You have fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the press-ta-talk
You gonna '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 bounce while yer toolin' around
Gonna like 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, it's show-an'-tell. We got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang the money
Yer gotta blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all them numbers ya all
If speed kill, then CB will."
And that's 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 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.