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 deejay Can't understand Chorus: I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican, woah-ho, radio I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the u.s. inflation I understand just a little No comprend Chorus repeat x2 I wish i was in tijuana Eating barbecued 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 deejay Can't understand Chorus repeat x4 Radio... radio... Radio... radio. Radio... radio... Radio... radio. Chorus repeat x4 Radio... radio... Radio... radio. (what does he say!) Radio... radio. repeat until fade