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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? Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Letras de cancionesi hear the talking of the dj can't understand--just what does he say? Chorus radio, radio... (what does he say?) From Letras Mania