(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, 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 go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck 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 'Cause ya know who's a-listenin' Some insists on a 10-36 here's what you give 'im:
"Four, good buddy, I made me a An' I it's the dark a' the moon, son It's 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 that's what I ratchetjaw!
Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer With a forty-foot on the chimney With a thousand watts in yer And a ree-mote line in the If ya feel a twitch ya throw the switch Ya gonna dim all the lights in Gonna send out a wave ta make the government And this whatcha tell 'em all:
"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer in cruddy But yer right through my wall, boy Yer carrier's cool, you me drool You definitely battin' my ball, boy You hittin' me round fifteen pound You cut me up a bandsaw But what the heck, it's just a check." And that there's how to
[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're 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, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4.
[Man's voice] Lissen, you. Shut up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a thing anybody's sayin'.
[C.W.] Buffalo Roy? That's a handle.
Wanna feel some pain? turn up yer gain Get a fearful a' garbage Ta suppress a belch, hit yer squelch 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 ol' thing called ratchetjaw
Yeah, let suckers think yer a trucker Say stuff can't understand, son Just up-an'-down while yer toolin' around Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son Just tell yer beaver you gonna leave 'er You catch her on the If she back with a smart-off crack Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now. yer pants on honey, hang onto the money Yer X-Y-M's blow now Eighty-eight, thirds, and my bird An' all numbers upon ya all If don't kill, then CB will." And that's what I ratchetjaw
CB conversations.]
Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, almost ad infinitum, punctuated 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 puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.