Frank Zappa, the great musician and artist,
Once faked his own death, it's said.
Every year, he'd sneak away to the Rennbahn,
To the Zappanale, his memoriam.

Dressed as a beggar, with a long beard and rags,
He'd roam the Exhibition, watching the bands.
But one year, he couldn't resist the call
To pick up his guitar and play, just for a moment.

On the Mystery Stage, he played with such skill,
One lone fan was moved and made a connection.
She suspected this beggar was more than he seemed,
And secretly sent him to the Main Stage to play.

There, Frank Zappa shone, his talent on display,
The warm-up act for the statue that bears his name.
From that day on, he'd come to Zappanale each year,
Riding the Molli train, but keeping his secret clear.

And so, the great Frank Zappa lives on,
In the hearts of his fans, and on the stage he belongs.