Yes...  Mexico... Rapido...



I feel the hot wind on my shoulder

And the touch of a world that is older

I hit the switch and check the number

I leave it on and then I slumber

I hear the rhythm riging through it

Flamenco guitar and Cumbia music

I hear the talking of the DJ

Let's have a listen

What does he say?



I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican-whoa-radio



Go...     Go... Oh...



I dial it in and tune the station 

They talk about the Iraq invasion

Might understand just a little

No comprende it's a riddle



I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican-whoa-radio



Go...  



I wish I was in Tijuana

Sipping back a ice cold cahuama

I 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

They to figure out

What does he say?



I'm on a Mexican radio    What does he say?

I'm on a Mexican-whoa-radio   What does he say?



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I'm on a Mexican radio   What does he say?

I'm on a Mexican-whoa-radio   What does he say?



Radio... Radio... Radio... What does he say? Radio... 

Radio... Radio... Radio... Radio...

Mexico, Mexico, Rapido, Mexico

Me-me-me-Mexico