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 – whoah – 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’m on a Mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, 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, whoa-Oh, radio
I’m on a Mexican radio. I’m on a Mexican, whoa-Oh, radio

Radio radio… Radio radio… Radio radio…
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 ?

Artist: Wall Of Voodoo
Album: Call Of The West
Release Date: 1983
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