Mexican Radio - Polvo

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 DJ

Can’t understand, just what does he say?

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) 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 (whoa-oh) radio

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) radio

I wish I was in Tijuana

Eating barbecued 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?

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) radio

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) radio

I’m on a Mexican radio

I’m on a Mexican (whoa-oh) radio

Radio, radio

What does he say?

Radio, radio

Radio, radio

Radio, radio