Mexican Radio

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder

And the touch of a world that is older

I turn the switch and check the number

I leave it on when in bed

I slumberI hear the rhythms of the music

I buy the product and never use it

I hear the talking of the

DJCan't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio

I dial it in and tune the station

They talk about the

U.S. inflation

I understand just a little

No comprende, it's a riddle

I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio

I wish I was in

TijuanaEating barbequed iguana

I'd take requests on the telephone

I'm on a wavelength far from home

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder

I dial it in from south of the border

I hear the talking of the

DJCan't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio

I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio

Radio radio...

What does he say