Lyrics:

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
Flomenco guitar y Cumbia music
I hear the talking of the D.J.
Lets have a listen
What does he say?

Im on a Mexican radio
Im on a Mexican woah radio

I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the Iraq invasion
I understand just a little
No comprende its a riddle

Im on a Mexican radio
Im on a Mexican woah radio

I wish I was in Tijuana
Sipping back an ice cold cahuama
I take requests on the telephone
Im 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 th D.J.
Lets try to figure out
What does he say?

Im on a Mexican radio (what does he say?)
(woah) Im on a Mexican woah radio (what does he say?)
(woah) Im on a Mexican radio (what does he say?)
(woah) Im on a Mexican woah radio (whats he fuckin say?)
Radio radio radio (what does he say?) radio
Radio radio radio (what does he say?) radio
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