My acquaintances, in fact my ol' continental acquaintances, frequently inquire, what this song "Timppa saunoo" sung by Ismo is all about. Well, it is quite facile to elucidate.
The song is based on another song called “Poika saunoo” (a lad is taken to the sauna). The Finns call the winning trophy “the lad”. Referring to the trophy as the lad is founded on a Finnish tome, wherein the lad was as a metaphor for a bowl, which was used for distilling spirits. And the sauna is a customary locale wherein Finns rejoice triumph. Subsequent to a splendid triumph, the lad is obviously escorted to the sauna.
But in this Ismo's version, instead of a lad, it is Timppa who goes to the sauna. Who the hell is Timppa then? He is the sauna king, who competes against the Finns’ archenemy, the Russian. Indeed, the Russian perished during the competion but shit happens.
Moreover, the ditty is a rendition of an ancient Finnish jest: a Finn, a Swede and a Norwegian are in a sauna and resolve to hold a contest of who can endure longest in the sauna. First, the Norwegian departed, then the Swede and after a considerable while the Finn bellowed for the other two to come and assist him because his balls were wedged between the planks.
Following this discreet elucidation delineated afore, it is facile to comprehend what the song verses narrate, right?
Timppa is having sauna
Emits more vapour
Does not suffer any agony
And the Russki is dead in the sauna
But Timppa is still enjoying the sauna
The hue of his visage is already altering
And will surely reduce some weight
And the russian is dead in the sauna
One inhales water vapour already
On the planks sits a valiant uncle
This contest was awaited all winter
One needs no other food than a hundred kilo sauna ham
A sport cannot get any better than this
Sit on your bottom as if you almost die
But it is worth it
The main prize is to win a Harvia stove
Timppa is having sauna
The hue of his visage is already altering
And will surely reduce some weight
And the russian is dead in the sauna
The meter shows one hundred and ten
Painkillers are used
By The Russian who died in the sauna
The rules are strict in this contest
One must not have vaseline in one’s sleeve
Every minute one must show a thumb
But that did not save the dumb
More steam comes at an incredible pace
Russian bends, Timo’s might prevails
But what snapped in your posterior
Guess what it was the roast timer
Timppa is having sauna
The Russki never made it back
Timppa is having sauna
Timppa is having sauna
Never made it back
Never made it back
The Russki never made it back
But Timppa’s roasting well
And won’t abandon his hot rack
The reason’s clear to tell
His bollocks wedged within the slats
He’s trapped in sauna hell
Timppa! Timppa!
Timppa! Timppa!
Timppa! Timppa!
Timppa saunoo!