Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You gotta go amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
With one a' those sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never who's a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
here's what you give 'im:

"Four, buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a quarter ta
An' the big a-settin' 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!

Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer
a forty-foot pole on the chimney
With a thousand in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya feel a twitch when ya throw the
Ya gonna dim all the lights in
Gonna send out a wave ta the government rave
And this whatcha tell 'em all:

"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin' in
But yer walkin' through my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you me drool
You were battin' my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about fifteen
You cut me up like a
But what the heck, it's just a 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.] Roy? That's a dumb handle.

Wanna feel some 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
get on the press-ta-talk switch
You gonna amuse 'em an' confuse 'em
a little ol' thing called ratchetjaw

Yeah, let suckers think yer a trucker
Say they 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 a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the
Yer X-Y-M's blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all numbers upon ya all
If speed don't kill, CB will."
And that's what I call

CB conversations.]

Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by 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 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.