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 slumber

I hear the rhythms of the music

I buy the product and never use it

I hear the talking of the DJ

Can't understand just what does he say?



I'm on a mexican radio

I'm on a mexican 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 radio



I wish I was in Tijuana

Eating 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 DJ

Can't understand just what does he say?



I'm on a mexican radio

I'm on a mexican radio

I'm on a mexican radio

I'm on a mexican radio



Radio radio...

What does he say