I feel a hot wind on my shoulder 
And the touch of a world that is older
Turn the switch and check the number 
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 radio
I dial it in and tune the station 
They talk about the u.s. inflation
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 Tiajuana 
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone 
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder 
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the dj 
Can't understand just what does he say?
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wall Of Voodoo "Mexican Radio"
Posted by W at 10:02 AM
Labels: Wall Of Voodoo
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