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 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 wish I was in tiajuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I 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 the 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

What does he say?