Ah, to relax in my radio shack, with the ‘CB’ on
do a check on the ‘SWR’, its one to one
I might have a great day with the skip
So through the channels, I go for a flick
The propagation is accessible
and the countries I hear? Impossible.
I rotate the ‘YAGI’ beam, with elements of six
There's an abundance of countries
with the ‘ALFA TANGO’ prefix.
My ears are honed in on a ‘dx’ coming through’
sounds like the prefix of 32
I frantically scan the ‘AT’ directory
and there it be!
Its the Coastal Republic of ‘Chile’
But, I was really hoping for ‘PERU’

A ‘QSO’ endured with our signals declining
and the promise of a ‘QSL’,
but deep down, I could tell, He was lying.
I return to the call channel, its a turkey farm!
Reckon I can hear a caller from ‘Guam’
Up goes the volume, its way too loud
the ‘QSY’ frequency is out of bounds
We pick another channel, that is legal
The skip is fading, no, he's almost unreadable
Indonesians’ over the top and on the side
and they have wiped out the ‘SOLOMON ISLE’
Five hundred watts are called upon,
Now its bloody war!
Blasting unmercifully, I go through’ their back door
Down and around, across and through’
“There he is”, the station I want
In ‘PERU’