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Yeeeee Hawwww !
Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a them CBers You gonna have to learn how to Ratchetjaw! Pay attention now Cause I'm only gonna 'splain it to ya once! You gotta go runnin' amok in a pick'em-up truck With one a them fancy side-bands Get a four-on-the-floor, and a two-on-the-door Get a power mike in yer jaw hand Prepare to strike, when key that mike Cause ya never know who's a listenin' Some clown insists on a 10-36 This here's what ya give him: Four good buddy, I made me a study An' I figure it's the dark a the moon son It's half past spring, an' a quarter to fall An' the big hand's a settin' on noon son Now the fish don't bite An' the almanac's right An' my ground hog see's 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 fourty foot pole on the chimney With a thousand watts in yer flower pots An' a ree-mote line to the biffy If ya feel a twitch when ya throw the switch Ya gonna dim all the lights in Witchita Gonna send out a wave Make a government raid And this here's what ya tell'em all Four good buddy, yer comin' in cruddy But yer walkin' right through my wall boy Yer carrier's cool, you a makin' me drool You a definitely battin' my ball boy You hittin' me round, about fifteen pounds You a cuttin' me up like a bandsaw But what the heck It's just a radio check And that there's how ta Ratchetjaw! |
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Breaker, Breaker, Breaker, Breaker, we lookin' fer that one Buffalo Roy out there - Buffalo Roy what's yer 20? - Where are you anyway Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there Buffalo Roy - 10-4
{Starts after the 4th breaker} Listen you, shut up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough … (???) … channel all the time. I can't understand a thing anybody's sayin' {Comes in loud after the first Buffalo Roy} Buffalo Roy?! That's a dumb handle! {The first part is done by Bill and pitch shifted up, the 2nd and 3rd parts are also Bill, but in a normal tone} |
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Wanna feel some pain just turn up yer gain
Get a fearful earfull of garbage To supress a belch, just hit yer squelch You can out all the carnage You wanna have fun, you son-of-a-guns Just git on yer press to 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 cain't understand son Just bounce up and down While yer toolin' around Gonna sound like a truck drivin' man son Just tell yer beaver that you gonna leave her You'll catch her on the bouce around If she comes back with a smart off crack Say "XYL this is show'n tell We definitely got us to go now Keep yer pants on honey, hang on the money Yer XYM's gotta blow now Eighty-eight thirds, an' feed my bird An' all them numbers upon ya'll If speed don't kill, then CB will And that's what I call Ratchetjaw |
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Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker …{A constant mess of breakers, an' 10-4s, an' laughin' goin' on}
Yeah 10-4, we got ya breaker. Come back on that. Say what kinda... 's not... some kinda cotton pickin' you puttin' me on aren't ya, yeah, you puttin' me on aren't ya - Heh Heh Heh, Ho Ho Ho Ho, Ho Hee Hee Ha Ha Ha Ha, Heh Heh Heh Heh Ha Ha Ha Ha, 10-4, 10-4… {This part comes in at the 4th breaker, and has been pitch shifted, startin' out real low, and goin' to Alvin an' The Chipmunks by the last 10-4s} |
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