I feel the hot wind on my shoulders

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 y Cumbia music

I hear the talking of the D.J.

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 an 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 D.J.

Let's try to figure out

What does he say?



I'm on a Mexican radio

I'm on a Mexican radio




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