Wall of Voodoo
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 tiajuana
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...
