The Mystery Stage is where the fun begins
With bands playing silly tunes on their chins
On the Main Stage, we dance and sing

To the absurdity of everything
At the Rennbahn, we ride the Molli train
While making faces as silly as can be strained
In the Exhibition, we marvel at the absurd
Like a statue made of spaghetti, it's quite absurd
But as the Warm up starts to heat up
We let go of all our inhibitions, let's tear it up
Thanks to Zappa and his ridiculous ways
We can embrace the absurd in all its craziness.