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 but never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand just what does he say I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the 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 the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio, boom I wish I was in Tijuana Eating barbecued iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel the 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 the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Radio, radio Radio, radio (what does he say?) Radio, radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Uhh!