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 amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
With one a' fancy sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to strike ya key the mike
ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's what you 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
An' I figger the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a quarter ta
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the don't bite and the almanac's right
And the sees his shadow
A goes tick-tock-tick."
And what I call ratchetjaw!

git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a pole on the chimney
With a watts in yer flowerpots
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 ta make the government rave
And this whatcha tell 'em all:

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

[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're to a party line.]

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your twenty? 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 them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

[C.W.] Roy? That's a dumb handle.

feel some pain? Just turn up yer gain
Get a earful a' garbage
Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer
You can cut out all the
You wanna have fun, you
Just get on the press-ta-talk
You gonna amuse 'em an' confuse 'em
With a ol' thing called ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them suckers think yer a
Say they can't understand, son
Just bounce up-an'-down yer toolin' around
Gonna sound a truck-drivin' man, son
Just yer beaver that you gonna leave 'er
You her on the bounce-around
If she comes back with a crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, onto the money
Yer X-Y-M's blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my
An' all them numbers ya all
If speed kill, then CB will."
And what I call 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.