In a terrible hurry on the Kaamanen road,
at the spring Masa drank from the scoop
For he once again had to swallow one of the pills
As his prostate was acting up
Matsonni recited 'your keel has decayed'
this group of old men kept noise in the cabin
And then off to the road again with a cloud of dust
On the way up north
When a man reaches a certain age
Nothing works no more
One can see it in the mirror, it's all in the past
that's how we all saw to be true
Terrible curves on the Kaamanen road
A lot of pressure from the traffic
As Jouni from Nuorgami keeps selling there
His famous erection mixture
Numminen drove and we took some shots
Combing those few hair left
Remembering how one used to make children
On the way up north
When a man reaches a certain age
Nothing works no more
One can see it from the face, when no longer getting any
that's how we all saw to be true
Horrific sales at the Kaamanen road
Soon they'll be out of reindeers
Unless the Board of Medicine denies
Jouni selling his erection mixture
Numminen was boasting about his condition
saying 'this for sure will work'
As he tied a horn to the centre of his body
On the way up north
When a man reaches a certain age
Nothing works no more
But one can see from Masa, it's a plateau only
that's how we all saw to be true
When a man reaches a certain age
Well, don't worry about it
We got rid of women now, and all the nightmares
that's how we all saw to be true