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