Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, 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 go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
With one a' those fancy
Get and two on the door
Get a mike in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike when ya key the
'Cause ya never know who's
Some clown on a 10-36
here's what you give 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I made me a
An' I figger 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 and the almanac's right
And the sees his shadow
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And what I call 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 ya throw the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
Gonna send out a wave ta make the rave
And here's whatcha tell 'em all:

"Yeah, four, buddy, yer comin' in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you makin' me
You definitely battin' my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about pound
You cut me up like a
But what the heck, it's a radio check."
And there's how to ratchetjaw

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

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for 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 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 some pain? Just turn up yer gain
Get a fearful a' garbage
Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer
You can cut out all the
You wanna have fun, you
Just get on the switch
You gonna amuse 'em an' really 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them suckers yer a trucker
Say they can't understand, son
Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin'
Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son
Just yer beaver that you gonna leave 'er
You catch her on the
If she comes back with a crack
Say "X-Y-L, it's show-an'-tell. We got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, onto 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 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 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.