A Saturday in the summer now
I've gone to my summer house
I've already chopped the firewood
The radio is broken too
The lake is tranquil
But I'm restless, oh
Then I hear the noise
My old neighbor Jack
Came from the U.S. back
Now he's coming to take me
To dance with him
We'll wear stetsons
And boots of crocodile leather
And I wonder how it'll turn out
Because Finns don't dance
What cha-cha-cha
I can only do polka
Can't dance any sambada
I can do letkajenkka
Don't dance, what boogie-boo
I can only do waltz-mood
Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance
Finns don't dance
Finns don't dance
Jack brings me there
To the dance hall
The band is unloading the van
People are waiting for to be asked to dance
Men to one side
And women to the other
And that's how it all starts to roll
When the first chord plays
Jack looked at me
He shows with his hands
Hey look, they live here this way
I asked someone to dance
I heard the orchestra
Before this day I thought
Finns don't dance
What cha-cha-cha
I can only do polka
Can't dance any sambada
I can do letkajenkka
Don't dance
What boogie-boo
I can only do waltz
Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance
Finns don't dance,
Finns don't dance
Finns don't dance,
Finns don't dance
Finns don't dance
Just polka
I want to do
Cha-cha-cha too
Don't dance just jenkka
I want to do sambada too
Don't dance even with a Tango mood
I want to do boogie-boo-mood
And dance and dance and dance
Finns don't dance