THE SCANDINAVIAN HOTSHOT (FROM DULUTH) As sung by Stan Boreson
1. There is a guy in Minnesota that you should know. He's not a square and he's not a schmo. There's a twinkle in his eye and I'll tell you why: When he does the rumba, he's a real gone guy.
CHORUS: He's a Scandinavian hotshot. He is a hotshot from Duluth. He is a Scandinavian killer-diller. For a polka he don't give a hoot.
2. He's got a herringbone suit and a lutefisk vest, Not one hair upon his chest, But the girls go wild when he asks to dance. Got the rumba shirt and the conga pants. CHORUS
3. There's a girl in Minnesota and she's a queen, The slickest chick(?) you've ever seen. Then she heard about the hotshot from Duluth. She says, "That's cute; he sounds real zoot(?)." CHORUS
4. To make the story shorter and to the point, They met in a Minnesota jukebox joint. They got along so good in rumba time That they got hitched and raised a conga line.
LAST CHORUS: And now the Scandinavian hotshots, They are the hotshots from Duluth. They are a Svenska family with a Latin rhythm. For the polka they don't give a hoot.