It's a summer Saturday
I've gone to my summer cottage
I've already chopped the firewood
The radio broke too
The lake is calm,
But I'm restless, ah
Then I hear his voice
The old neighbor Jack
Came back from the U.S.
Now he's coming to bring me
With him to the dance
We're wearing Stetsons
And crocodile leather boots
And I wonder, how this will turn out
Because Finns don't dance
What cha-cha-cha
I can only do polka
Can't dance no sambada
I can do letkajenkka
Don't dance, no boogie mood
I can only do waltz mood
Don't dance, don't dance, don't dance
Finns don't dance
Finns don't dance
Jack takes me
To the dance pavillion
The band is unloading the van
The gang is waiting to be asked for a dance
Men on one side
And women on the other
And that's how it all begins
When the first chord plays
Jack looked at me
He shows with his hands
Hey look, here we live it up
I got myself a dance partner
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 no sambada
I can do letkajenkka
Don't dance
No boogie mood
I can only do waltz mood
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 also want to do
Cha-cha-cha
Don't dance just jenkka
I also want to do sambada
Don't dance, even if in tango mood
I also want to do boogie mood
And dance and dance and dance
Finns don't dance