Mexican Sunflower

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 I never use it,

I hear the talking of the DJ,

Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on  a Mexican radio.

Mexican Radio, Wall of Voodoo, 1982