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 woh-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 Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone

I'm on a wavelength far from my 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 woh-oh radio

I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican woh-oh radio


Radio
Radio
Radio

Radio
Radio
Radio

Radio
Radio


I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican woh-oh radio
I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican woh-oh radio

Radio

Radio
(What does he say?)
Radio

Radio
Radio
Radio

Polyo
Radio
Radio

Radio
Radio
Radio

Radio
Radio