Teuvo, maanteiden kuningas [English translation]

The street of my hometown was made of gravel

There my Anglia turned on its roof

I wonder if the street sign is still crooked

That I crashed due to an driving error

As I had flown through the windshield

I had span along the hard shoulder

While I was spitting teeth at the bottom of the ditch

I puked blood and cried

A scar would be a pretty thing on this face

And the teeth could be redone

But the police took my license and the plates of my Anglia

That makes it difficult to have a hobby

I'm hoping to become a rally driver

Mommas boys shouldn't be giving advices

You won't win if you are scared

At the finish line we are celebrating our winner boy Teuvo

As I was looking for a car for the weekend

I borrowed my neighbours Sierra

As I collided with a truck on the highway

I might have collided for the last time

Teuvo, take us on a ride

Teuvo, they sold your Anglia