(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip Davis)
YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna 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 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 ya never know who's a-listenin' Some insists on a 10-36 This here's what you give
"Four, buddy, I made me a study An' I it's the dark a' the moon, son half-past spring an' a quarter ta fall An' the big a-settin' on noon, son Now if the fish don't bite and the almanac's And the groundhog sees his A goes tick-tock-tick." And what I call ratchetjaw!
Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place With a forty-foot pole on the With a thousand in yer flowerpots And a ree-mote 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 comin' in But yer right through my wall, boy Yer cool, you makin' me drool You were battin' my ball, boy You hittin' me about fifteen pound You cut me up like a But what the heck, it's just a check." And there's how to ratchetjaw
[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're listening to a line.]
[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We 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.] Roy? That's a dumb handle.
feel some pain? Just turn up yer gain Get a earful 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 amuse 'em an' really 'em With a ol' thing called ratchetjaw
Yeah, let them think yer a trucker Say stuff can't understand, son Just bounce up-an'-down while yer around Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son Just tell yer beaver you gonna leave 'er You her on the bounce-around If she comes back 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 X-Y-M's blow now Eighty-eight, thirds, and my bird An' all them numbers ya all If don't kill, then CB will." And that's what I 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 me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.