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 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 sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike ya key the mike
'Cause ya never know who's
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's what you give

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
An' I figger it's the 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 bite and the right
And the groundhog his shadow
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 pole on the
With a thousand watts in yer
And a line in the biffy
If ya a twitch when ya throw the switch
Ya gonna dim all the in Wichita
Gonna send out a wave ta make the government
And this here's whatcha tell 'em

"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you makin' me
You were battin' my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about pound
You cut me up like a
But what the heck, it's a radio 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 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. hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

[C.W.] Buffalo That's a dumb handle.

Wanna feel some pain? Just up yer gain
Get a fearful earful a'
Ta suppress a belch, hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You wanna have fun, you
Just get on the switch
You amuse 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them think yer a trucker
Say they can't understand, son
Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin'
sound like a truck-drivin' man, son
Just tell yer beaver you gonna leave 'er
You her on the bounce-around
If she comes back with a smart-off
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer on honey, hang onto the money
Yer gotta 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, [repeated almost ad infinitum, 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, aren't [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.