Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

(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.