Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up
one a' those fancy sidebands?
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the
Get a power mike in yer
to strike when ya key the mike
'Cause ya never know who's
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
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 almanac's
And the sees his shadow
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer
With a forty-foot pole on the
With a watts in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya feel a twitch when ya the switch
Ya gonna dim all the lights in
Gonna send out a wave ta the government rave
And this here's whatcha tell 'em

"Yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin' in
But yer walkin' through my wall, boy
Yer carrier's cool, you me drool
You were definitely my ball, boy
You hittin' me round 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 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 them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

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

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

Yeah, let them suckers think yer a
Say stuff can't understand, son
bounce up-an'-down while 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 back with a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang the money
Yer gotta blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and my bird
An' all them numbers ya all
If speed don't kill, 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 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 cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.