YEEHAW! 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 pickemup truck With one a those fancy sidebands? Get fouronthefloor and two on the door Get a power mike in yer jawhand Prepare to strike when ya key the mike Cause ya never know whos alistenin Some clown insists on a 1036 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 halfpast spring an a quarter ta fall An the big hands asettin on noon, son Now if the fish dont bite and the almanacs right And the groundhog sees his shadow A 1036 goes ticktocktick. And thats what I call ratchetjaw! Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place With a fortyfoot pole on the chimney With a thousand watts in yer flowerpots And a reemote 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 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 in there, Buffalo Roy. 104 Lissen, you. Shut up on all them breakers. One breakers enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Cant hear a damn thing anybodys sayin 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 sonofaguns Just get on the presstatalk 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 upandown while yer toolin around Gonna sound like a truckdrivin man, son Just tell yer beaver that you gonna leave er You catch her on the bouncearound If she comes back with a smartoff crack Say XYL, its showantell. We definitely got us to go now Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the money Yer XYMs gotta blow now Eightyeight, 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 Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by bouts of laughter] Yeah, 104, we got ya, breaker. Come back on that? Say, what kind a... snot? some kind a cottonpickin... you puttin me on, arent cha? Yeah, you puttin me on, arent cha? 104. 104
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