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 why 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