[Verse 1] [Slow, folksy acoustic guitar] In a little cottage where the roses climb, Lived young Bessie in a quieter time. No web to surf, no screens aglow, Just fields and skies and a gentle flow. [Chorus] [Slightly faster, playful banjo] But Bessie dreamed of voices new, A signal strong, a world askew. So she grabbed her trusty CB gear, Ready to shout and make it clear! [Verse 2] [Acoustic guitar, a bit more upbeat] Voices crackled, codes unknown, “Ten-four,” they said, through static blown. She heard “roger” and thought, “Oh my! That’s an invite — I’ll give it a try!” [Pre-Chorus] [Tempo builds, anticipation] She tuned her ears, then took a breath, Ready to leap, no fear of death. With trembling hands, she pressed the key— And spoke her call out loud and free: [Chorus] [Faster, banjo twang] Hey ho, Roger me rigid! Bessie’s first words on the radio gigged! Hey ho, Roger me rigid! A cheeky call that got folks big grins! [Bridge] [Soft acoustic] The airwaves hummed, then burst with cheer, As Bessie’s voice rang far and near... [Chorus] [Banjo bright and lively] Hey ho, Roger me rigid! Her call went out, the crowd was big! Hey ho, Roger me rigid! A southern girl and her radio gig! [Outro] [Fade out with gentle guitar and banjo] Laughter echoed through the night, As Bessie’s words took flight... [Sound of a record scratch]
