Mexican Radio

[Originally by Wall of Voodoo]

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 y 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 radio

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 radio

I wish I was in Tijuana

Sipping back and 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 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

I'm on a Mexican radio