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 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?
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 sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
