Mexican Radio

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 deejay
Cant understand just what does he say
Im on a mexican radio
Im on a mexican — whao — radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about u.s. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende its a riddle
Chorus — 4 times
I wish I was in tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
Id take requests on the telephone
Im on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I did it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the deejay
Cant understand just what does he say
What does he say?