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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 dj
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican uooo radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the irak invasion
I understand just a little
No comprendo hay mucho ruido
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican uooo radio
Quisiera estar en Tijuana
Comiendo barbacoa de iguana
I take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
Aqui abajo hay más desorden
I hear the talking of the dj
Can't understand, just what does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
What does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
What does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
What does he say?
I'm on a Mexican radio
What does he fucking say?
Radio (x8)
Thanks to Jose Ulises for these lyrics