The home town street was a gritty road
That's where Anglia got turned upside down to its cap
The traffic sign may still be askew
Which got bent by a steering error
After being flown through the glass
I had rolled across the shoulder of a road
When I was spitting teeth in the bottom of the ditch
I spat blood and cried
In this face a scar would an embellishment
And the teeth may be replaced
But my license card and number plate were taken away by a police
It will damage my practicing
I'm hoping to become a racing car driver
It's no use to advice Mothers' hero boys
For the race can't be won if you are afraid
In the goal our winning son will be celebrated
At the end of the week while searching for a car
I rent my neighbor's Sierra
When crashing upon a truck in a fast road
I probably crashed for the last time
Teuvo, give us a ride
Teuvo, your Anglia got sold