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