[written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West] [correlated with the cover by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium] I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that's older Turn the switch and check the number Leave it on, in bed I slumber Hear the rhythm of the music Buy the product, never use it Hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand, what's he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Dial it in, tune the station They talk about U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende - it's a riddle I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio 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 the hot wind on my shoulder I dial in, south of the border Hear the talking of the DJ - Can't understand, what's he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio Radio Radio Radio What does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican radio ...