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 uooo radio



I dial it in and tune the station

They talk about the irak invasion

I understand just a little



No comprende hay mucho ruido



I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican uooo radio



I wish i was in Tijuana

Zip and back an ice cold cahuama

I take requests on the telephone

I'm on a wavelength far from home



I feel a hot wind on my shoulder

Aqui abajo hay más desorden

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?

I'm on a Mexican radio

What does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio

What does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio

What does he fucking say?



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