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 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' fancy sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a mike in yer jaw-hand
to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya know who's a-listenin'
clown insists on a 10-36
This here's 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 hand's on noon, son
Now if the fish bite and the almanac's right
And the groundhog his shadow
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I ratchetjaw!

git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a forty-foot on the chimney
With a thousand in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya feel a twitch when ya throw the
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
Gonna send out a wave ta make the government
And this whatcha tell 'em all:

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

[CB conversations. overlaid, as if you're listening 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 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 feel pain? Just 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 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

Yeah, let suckers think yer a trucker
Say stuff they understand, son
bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin' around
Gonna like a truck-drivin' man, son
Just tell yer beaver that you gonna 'er
You her on the bounce-around
If she comes back a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer on honey, hang onto the money
Yer X-Y-M's blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all them upon ya all
If speed kill, then CB will."
And that's what I 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'... 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.