(c.w. mccallbill frieschip davis)



Yee-haw! merciful sakes alive! you wanna be one a' them cbersyou 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:



"fourgood buddyI made me a study

An' I figger it's the dark a' the moonson

It's half-past spring an' a quarter ta fall

An' the big hand's a-settin' on noonson

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 baseout 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:



"yeahfourgood buddyyer comin' in cruddy

But yer walkin' right through my wallboy

Yer carrier's coolyou makin' me drool

You were definitely battin' my ballboy

You hittin' me round about fifteen pound

You cut me up like a bandsaw

But what the heckit's just a radio check."

And that there's how to ratchetjaw



[cb conversations. they're overlaidas if you're listening to a party line.]



[woman's voice] breakerbreakerbreakerbreaker. we lookin' for that one buffalo roy out there. buffalo roywhat's your twenty? where are you anywaybuffalo roy? are you out there? come on

Erebuffalo roy. 10-4.



[man's voice] lissenyou. 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 belchjust hit yer squelch

You can cut out all the carnage

You wanna have funyou 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



Yeahlet them suckers think yer a trucker

Say stuff they can't understandson

Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin' around

Gonna sound like a truck-drivin' manson

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-lit's show-an'-tell. we definitely got us to go now.

Keep yer pants on honeyhang onto the money

Yer x-y-m's gotta blow now

Eighty-eightthirdsand feed my bird

An' all them numbers upon ya all

If speed don't killthen cb will."

And that's what I call ratchetjaw



[more cb conversations.]



Breakerbreakerbreakerbreakerbreakerbreaker[repeated almost ad infinitumpunctuated by bouts of laughter]



[man's voice. begins deepslowly rising to shirley and squirrely squeakiness.] yeah10-4we got yabreaker. come back on that? saywhat kind a'... s'not? some kind a' cotton-pickin'... you

N' me onaren't cha? yeahyou puttin' me onaren't cha? [laughter] 10-4. 10-4.