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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.]