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 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.