February 16, 2002

• Mexican Radio

  
  

  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 Tijuana 

  
  

  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?

  
  

   Radio  radio...

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