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 runnin' amuck in a truck
With one a' those fancy
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never who's a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's what you 'im:

"Four, buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a ta fall
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the fish don't and the almanac's right
And the groundhog sees his
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place
With a forty-foot on the chimney
With a thousand watts in yer
And a line in the biffy
If ya a twitch when ya throw the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
Gonna send out a ta make the government rave
And this here's whatcha 'em all:

"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin' in
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you me drool
You definitely battin' my ball, boy
You me round about fifteen 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 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? 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. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a damn anybody's sayin'.

[C.W.] Buffalo Roy? a dumb handle.

feel some pain? Just turn up yer gain
Get a earful a' garbage
Ta a belch, just hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You have fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the switch
You gonna amuse 'em an' really 'em
a little ol' thing called ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them think yer a trucker
Say stuff they understand, son
Just bounce while yer toolin' around
Gonna sound like a 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.
Keep yer pants on honey, onto the money
Yer gotta blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all numbers upon ya all
If don't kill, then CB will."
And that's what I call

CB conversations.]

Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated 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 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, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.