Lyrics for Mexican Radio

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder  
And the touch of a world that is older
Turn the switch and check the number  
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 Tiajuana  
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?

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