Mexican Radio

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 ringing through it

Flamenco guitar and cumbia music

I hear the talking of the D.J

Let's have a listen, what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio (go!)

I dial it in and tune the station

They talk about the Iraq invasion

I 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 an ice-cold caguama (serbesa)

I take requests on the telephone

I'm on a wavelength (far from home)

I feel the hot wind on my shoulder

I dial in from south of the border

I hear the talking of the DJ

Let's try 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?)

(Whoa) I'm on a Mexican radio (what does he say?)

I'm on a Mexican, whoa, radio (what's he fucking say?)

Radio, radio, radio (what does he say?), radio

(Whoa) radio, radio, radio (what does he say?), radio

Radio, whoa