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A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z Ratchetjaw (c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Yee-haw! merciful sakes alive! you wanna be one a them cbers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! pay attention now; Im 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 whos a-listenin Some clown insists on a 10-36 This heres what you give im: Four, good buddy, I made me a study An I figger its the dark a the moon, son Its half-past spring an a quarter ta fall An the big hands a-settin on noon, son Now if the fish dont bite and the almanacs right And the groundhog sees his shadow A 10-36 goes tick-tock-tick. And thats 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 heres whatcha tell em all: Yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin in cruddy But yer walkin right through my wall, boy Yer carriers 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, its just a radio check. And that theres how to ratchetjaw [cb conversations. theyre overlaid, as if youre listening to a party line.] [womans voice] breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. we lookin for that one buffalo roy out there. buffalo roy, whats your twenty? where are you anyway, buffalo roy? are you out there? come on Ere, buffalo roy. 10-4. [mans voice] lissen, you. shut up on all them breakers. one breakers enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. cant hear a damn thing anybodys sayin. [c.w.] buffalo roy? thats 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 cant 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, its show-an-tell. we definitely got us to go now. Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the money Yer x-y-ms gotta blow now Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my bird An all them numbers upon ya all If speed dont kill, then cb will. And thats what I call ratchetjaw [more cb conversations.] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by bouts of laughter] [mans 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... snot? some kind a cotton-pickin... you N me on, arent cha? yeah, you puttin me on, arent cha? [laughter] 10-4. 10-4. |
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