Classified Lyrics – C.W. McCall
Singer: C.W. McCall
Title: Classified
I’s thumbin’ through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertis#ment caught my eye. It said, “Take imme-di-ate delivery on this ’57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob.”
Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, “Hello, this is Bob speakin’.” I says “This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?” He says, “Yeah.” I says, “Where are ya?” He says, “Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold.”
Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says “Whaddya want?” I says, “Come to see your truck.” He says, “Follow me. Come on, Frank.” (Dog’s name is Frank.)
Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin’ right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says “Vote for Dick” and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says “Whaddya think?”.
Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin’ in the glove compartment. He says, “Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don’t pay no mind to that whirrin’ sound. She use a little oil, but outside a’ that, she’s cherry.”
I says, “What’ll take?” He says, “What’ve you got?” I says, “Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents.” He says, “You got a deal. Sign here, I’ll go get the title and a can full of gas.” I put the nail in the slot and fired ‘er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a’ smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.
Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says “You better’d get on out of here.”
I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, “I’ve seen better stuff at junkyards and where’d you ever get that truck?”
I says, “That’s a long story, Harold. I’s thumbin’ through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertis#ment caught my eye. It said, “Take imme-di-ate delivery on this ’57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks…”
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Classified – Terjemahan / Translation
Saya mengumumkan iklan yang ingin di Shelby County Tribune ketika iklan rahasia ini menarik perhatian saya. Dikatakan, “Ambil pengiriman Imme-Di-ate pada truk pickup setengah ton Chevrolet ’57 ini. Akan menjual atau menukar dengan tempat tidur dan tiga puluh lima dolar. Hubungi satu empat-oh, berdering dua, dan Mintalah Bob. ”
Yah, saya menelepon Bob Up di telepon, dia berkata, “Halo, ini Bob Speakin ‘.” Saya berkata, “Ini di sini Bob mendapatkan truk pickup untuk dijual?” Dia berkata, “Ya.” Saya berkata, “Di mana ya?” Dia berkata, “Empat belas timur di county 12, belok kanan di jalan kerikil satu jalur, Anda dapat parkir di halaman, waspadalah terhadap anjing, bersihkan, mengetuk tiga kali, dan membawa tagihan Anda.”
Nah, saya naik ke timur di County 12, berbelok ke kanan di jalan kerikil satu jalur, dan saya parkir di halaman dan seorang gembala Jerman keluar dan meraih kaki saya. Lalu aku mengetuk tiga kali dan menyeka kakiku, anjing itu melepaskan dan pintu kasa terbuka dan Bob keluar dan berkata, “What Want?” Saya berkata, “Datang untuk melihat truk Anda.” Dia berkata, “Ikuti aku. Ayo, Frank.” (Nama anjing itu jujur.)
Nah, kami semua melewati rumah ayam, melalui pena babi, turun ke gudang traktor, dan kemudian berakhir di belakang gudang di ladang cowpies. Dan menetap di sana dalam genangan minyak adalah truk pickup Chevy setengah ton dengan plat nomor 1960, stiker bemper mengatakan “Vote for Dick” dan Brillo Box yang penuh dengan bagian-bagian berkarat, dan Bob mengatakan “Whaddya Think?”.
Nah, saya menendang ban dan saya berada di kursi dan memasang inti apel yang membatu dan menemukan sekelompok tikus lapangan hidup di kompartemen sarung tangan. Dia berkata, “Porosnya ditekuk dan bocor ujung belakangnya, Anda dapat memperbaikinya dengan cepat dengan kain berminyak. Gunakan paku sebagai starter; saya kehilangan kuncinya. Jangan tidak keberatan dengan suara wirrin itu. Dia menggunakan sedikit minyak, tetapi di luar ‘itu, dia ceri. ”
Saya berkata, “Apa yang akan diambil?” Dia berkata, “Apa yang kamu punya?” Saya berkata, “Dua puluh delapan dolar dan lima belas sen.” Dia berkata, “Anda mendapat kesepakatan. Tanda tangani di sini, saya akan mendapatkan gelar dan kaleng penuh gas.” Saya meletakkan paku di slot dan menembak ke atas; Dia batuk dan meremehkan banyak asap dan aku mendukungnya melalui pena babi ke halaman.
Nah, Frank melompat masuk dan menggigit kaki saya dan saya memukulinya dengan linggis. Dia melompat keluar dan pintu jatuh dan ban depan kiri rata. Aku mendongkraknya dan menambal tabung dan Frank merobek bajuku. Lalu Bob keluar dan memanggilnya dan berkata, “Kamu lebih baik keluar dari sini.”
Saya pergi ke kiri di jalan kerikil satu jalur, pergi empat belas barat di County 12. Mengambil dua liter penuh minyak empat puluh berat hanya untuk membawanya ke stasiun Conoco. Dan saya berhenti ke pompa biasa dan kemudian Harold Sykes dan anaknya keluar. Dia berkata, “Saya telah melihat barang -barang yang lebih baik di Junkyards dan dari mana Anda pernah mendapatkan truk itu?”
Saya berkata, “Itu cerita yang panjang, Harold. Saya mengumumkan iklan-iklan yang ingin di Shelby County Tribune ketika iklan rahasia ini menarik perhatian saya. Dikatakan,” Ambil pengiriman Imme-Di-ate pada ’57 Chevrolet Half-Ton ini truk pickup. Akan menjual atau menukar dengan tempat tidur dan tiga puluh lima dolar … ”
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Lyrics C.W. McCall – Classified
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