Mexican Radio - Celtic Frost

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 deejay

Cant understand just what does he say

Im on a mexican radio

Im on a mexican — whao — radio

I dial it in and tune the station

They talk about u.s.

inflation

I understand just a little

No comprende its a riddle

Chorus — 4 times

I wish I was in tijuana

Eating barbequed iguana

Id take requests on the telephone

Im on a wavelength far from home

I feel a hot wind on my shoulder

I did it in from south of the border

I hear the talking of the deejay

Cant understand just what does he say

What does he say?