Lyrics:

I feel a hot wind on my shoulderAnd the touch of a world
that is olderI turn the switch and check the numberI
leave it on when in bed I slumberI hear the rhythms of the
musicI buy the product and never use itI hear the
talking of the DJCan't understand just what does he
say?I'm on a mexican radioI'm on a
mexican radioI dial it in and tune the stationThey talk about the U.S. inflationI understand just a
littleNo comprende, it's a riddleI'm
on a mexican radioI'm on a mexican radioI
wish I was in TijuanaEating barbequed iguanaI'd
take requests on the telephoneI'm on a wavelength far
from homeI feel a hot wind on my shoulderI dial it
in from south of the borderI hear the talking of the DJCan't understand just what does he say?I'm on a mexican radioI'm on a mexican
radioI'm on a mexican radioI'm on a
mexican radioRadioradio...What does he say
?