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 truck
one a' those fancy sidebands?
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to when ya key the mike
ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's you give 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I made me a
An' I figger it's the a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a quarter ta
An' the big a-settin' 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 I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place
With a pole on the chimney
With a thousand in yer flowerpots
And a line in the biffy
If ya a twitch when ya throw the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
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 right through my wall, boy
Yer cool, you makin' me drool
You were definitely my ball, boy
You hittin' me round fifteen pound
You cut me up like a
But the heck, it's just a radio check."
And there's how to ratchetjaw

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

voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' 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. Can't hear a damn anybody's sayin'.

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

Wanna feel some pain? Just turn up yer
Get a fearful earful a'
Ta a belch, just hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You have fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the press-ta-talk
You amuse 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' called ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them suckers think yer a
Say stuff they understand, son
Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin'
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 with a 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 my bird
An' all them upon ya all
If speed kill, then CB will."
And that's what I call

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 Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.