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 slumberI hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use it
I hear the talking of the 
DJCan't understand just what does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh 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 wish I was in 
TijuanaEating 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 
DJCan'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...
What does he say