For some reason, that CB rig reminded me of some lyrics that were posted on USENET back in the 90s. I found them funny. So I present them here for you...
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Sang to the tune of The Highwayman Written By M.F. Luder
I was a codeless "ham"
Along the coach roads i did ride
With dual band HT by my side
Many a young maid ran from my tirades,
Many a repeater contact I had made
The League grandfathered me in the spring of o-one
But still I want more, my whinings never done
I was a sailor,
I was born upon the tide
On 14325 did i abide
I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to mexico
I went aloft to furl the Outbacker in a blow
And when the mast broke off,
They said that my signal was killed
But i am living still
I was a damn CBer
Across the South deep and wide
Where shooting skip was my only pride
A place called New Orleans on the Mississippi low
I bought an amp that would let me bellow
They DF'd me by listening for the crackling sound
But i am still around
I'll always be around and around and around...
I'll talk on 10 meters
'Cross the Continental divide
And when i reach the other side,
I'll find a place to rest my Budweiser in a can
Perhaps i may become a highwayman again
Or i may simply be a single jamming pain
But i will remain
And i'll shoot skip again and again and again...