Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You go runnin' 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
to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya know who's a-listenin'
Some clown on a 10-36
This here's you give 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
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 bite and the right
And the groundhog his shadow
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer
With a 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 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 cool, you makin' me drool
You definitely battin' my ball, boy
You me round about fifteen pound
You cut me up like a
But what the heck, just a radio 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 twenty? Where are you anyway, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4.

[Man's voice] Lissen, you. up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

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

Wanna feel some Just turn up yer gain
Get a earful a' garbage
Ta a belch, just hit yer squelch
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 stuff they understand, son
bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin' around
Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son
Just tell yer beaver you gonna leave 'er
You her on the bounce-around
If she comes with a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, it's show-an'-tell. We got us to go now.
yer pants on honey, hang onto the money
Yer X-Y-M's gotta now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all numbers upon ya all
If speed kill, then CB will."
And that's I call ratchetjaw

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 kind a'... s'not? kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.