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Yee-haw! merciful sakes alive! you wanna be one a` them 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 truck
With one a` those fancy sidebands?
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the door
Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike when ya key the mike
`cause ya never know who`s a-listenin`
Some clown insists on a 10-36
This here`s what you give `im:
"four, good buddy, i made me a study
An` i figger it`s the dark a` the moon, son
It`s half-past spring an` a quarter ta fall
An` the big hand`s a-settin` on noon, son
Now if the fish don`t bite and the almanac`s right
And the groundhog sees his shadow
A 10-36 goes tick-tock-tick."
And that`s what i call ratchetjaw!
Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a forty-foot pole on the chimney
With a thousand watts in yer flowerpots
And a ree-mote line in the biffy
If ya feel a twitch when ya throw the switch
Ya gonna dim all the lights in wichita
Gonna send out a wave ta make the government rave
And this here`s whatcha tell `em all:
"yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin` in cruddy
But yer walkin` right through my wall, boy
Yer carrier`s cool, you makin` me drool
You were definitely battin` my ball, boy
You hittin` me round about fifteen pound
You cut me up like a bandsaw
But what the heck, it`s just a radio check."
And that there`s how to ratchetjaw
[cb conversations. they`re 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? where are you anyway, buffalo roy? are you out there? come on
Ere, 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 thing anybody`s sayin`.
[c.w.] buffalo roy? that`s a dumb handle.
Wanna feel some pain? just turn up yer gain
Get a fearful earful a` garbage
Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the carnage
You wanna have fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the press-ta-talk switch
You gonna amuse `em an` really confuse `em
With a little ol` thing called ratchetjaw
Yeah, let them suckers think yer a trucker
Say stuff they can`t understand, son
Just bounce up-an`-down while yer toolin` around
Gonna sound like a truck-drivin` man, son
Just tell yer beaver that you gonna leave `er
You catch her on the bounce-around
If she comes back with a smart-off crack
Say "x-y-l, it`s show-an`-tell. we definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the money
Yer x-y-m`s gotta blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my bird
An` all them numbers upon ya all
If speed don`t kill, then cb will."
And that`s what i call ratchetjaw
[more cb conversations.]
Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated 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
N` me on, aren`t cha? yeah, you puttin` me on, aren`t cha? [laughter] 10-4. 10-4. Send " Ratchetjaw" Ringtone to your Cell