I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
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And the touch of a world that is older
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I turn the switch and check the number
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I leave it on when in bed I slumber
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I hear the rhythms of the music
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I buy the product, and never use it
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I hear the talking of the deejay
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Can't understand??just what does he say?
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Chorus:
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I'm on a mexican radio
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I'm on a mexican, woah-ho, radio
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I dial it in and tune the station
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They talk about the U.S. inflation
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I understand just a little
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No comprende, it's a riddle
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Chorus repeat x2
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I wish I was in Tijuana
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Eating barbecued iguana
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I'd take requests on the telephone
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I'm on a wavelength far from home
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I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
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I dial it in from south of the border
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I hear the talking of the deejay
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Can't understand??just what does he say?
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Chorus repeat x4
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Radio... radio...
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Radio... radio.
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Radio... radio...
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Radio... radio.
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Chorus repeat x4
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Radio... radio...
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Radio... radio.
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(WHAT DOES HE SAY!)
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Radio... radio. repeat until fade
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Mexican radio
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Stan Ridgway |