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 learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay attention now; I'm gonna explain it to ya once.

You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up
With one a' those sidebands?
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 what you give 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
An' I figger it's the a' the moon, son
half-past spring an' a quarter ta fall
An' the big a-settin' on noon, son
Now if the fish bite and the almanac's right
And the sees his shadow
A goes tick-tock-tick."
And that's I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer
With a forty-foot pole on the
With a thousand watts in yer
And a ree-mote line in the
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 tell 'em all:

"Yeah, four, buddy, yer comin' in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer cool, you makin' me drool
You were definitely my ball, boy
You hittin' me round about fifteen
You cut me up a bandsaw
But what the heck, it's a radio check."
And that there's how to

[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if 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 enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't 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 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' really 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them suckers yer a trucker
Say stuff they understand, son
Just bounce while yer toolin' around
Gonna sound like a man, son
Just tell yer that you gonna leave 'er
You catch her on the
If she back with a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, it's show-an'-tell. We got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, 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 what I call ratchetjaw

CB conversations.]

Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by bouts of

[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.