Lyrics
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, whoa, 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, radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio
I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I took 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, whoa, radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio (what does he say?)
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
