Teen, mitä haluun [English translation]

Well, that's allright[1]!

We live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

Still the cab doors slam shut on the Saturday.

We are circling the bars and pubs of Finland.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

We live only once

and I thought to live as much as

I want, without fearing the Lord[2],

just trying to stay alive.

(alive)Ups and downs,

I'd rather go too far than be too dull.

I want to experience everything there is

and live life to the fullest like Kim Dotcom[3].

I don't want to spare, I brag[4] like it's the last day.

The others turn their head, when we go like we had no worries.

You can fill your to-do-list,

but the routine gives me anxiety.

I will never grow up.

I am not like the others, I do what I want.

We live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

Still the cab doors slam shut on the Saturday.

We are circling the bars and pubs of Finland.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

I will never grow up.

I am not like the others, I do what I want.

I might live to be old, but I won't change.

And I wasn't planning on settling down,

it's not part of the sheet music of my life.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

Everyone who is set on their ways and discouraged

can put the kettle on

and be insulted in peace,

while I laugh next to them.

Challenges and chances,

if you ask me why, I answer why not (why, well why not)

This life is sweet as a candy

and I'm planning to live life to the fullest like Balotelli[5].

To the fullest (to the fullest), what ever happens.

If they put a rope around me, maybe I found something.

Those who are mentally poor are the poorest

and if you look carefully the moralists have the loosest morality.

We live like there's no tomorrow

because the day after tomorrow wipes tomorrow away-

I will never grow up.

I am not like the others, I do what I want.

We live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

Still the cab doors slam shut on the Saturday.

We are circling the bars and pubs of Finland.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

I will never grow up.

I am not like the others, I do what I want.

I might live to be old, but I won't change.

And I wasn't planning on settling down,

it's not part of the sheet music of my life.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

I'm rather free than stable,

I'm driftwood, I won't grow up.

Rather free than stable.

I can grow up, but I won't become an adult.

Those stone houses, summer cottages, kids, dogs and Volvos,

did not feel right, but there's an after party at the hotel.

We live like tomorrow doesn't exist.

Still the cab doors slam shut on the Saturday.

We are circling the bars and pubs of Finland.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.

I will never grow up.

I am not like the others, I do what I want.

I might live to be old, but I won't change.

And I wasn't planning on settling down,

it's not part of the sheet music of my life.

The Ghettobooties are shaking and the haters are hating.