What now, why are the businessmen bustling in our corners?
The banks are wrapping our bread into money
I'm the Asphalt Prince, I'm the Asphalt Prince
Of course, we'll put that park into a plastic bag
Children will fall in love with Hullu-Jussi
Oh what a maniac I am, oh how small I am
I stand by the church of Sipoo and remain staring at it
I also see Pirkko Laine crying there
Batman, won't you help us?
When they're selling our castles away
What now, why are they enlarging my cradle once again?
That's what a boy said to his bosom friend
I'm the Asphalt Prince, I'm the Asphalt Prince
Damn it, the monsters are again showing up in our corners
As if you put driftsand into a flower pot
Oh what a maniac I am, oh how small I am