It wasn't very large, there was just enough place to pack some bands.
In the town of Bad Doberan
There's a festival for a few thousands.
Lots of them got a moustache,
Pigtails, coneheads and Zappa hats
And a couple of marimbas,
Even a guy doing some air guitar.

We finally got to Rennbahn,
Beers were cold, friends were mad
We could hear the same old song
In the afternoon, ringing loud,
From the Mystery Stage at full blast
It could be Willy, from Hot Rats
All we heard was bliss for us,
It was just like...

Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arffff

In downtown Bad Doberan
Frank's Statue awaits for us
Smoking near the Kamp
Some chump put in his mouth a cigar
He would have a real big laugh
Tons of pics, tons of hugs
The Exhibition is not very far
Just follow the signs and scream together...

One more time!

Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arffff

We finally got to Rennbahn,
Molli took us here, as fast as she can
We could hear a band warm up
Maybe it was Dweezil, honoring his Dad
We could chill and get some relax
Yummy wursts, magic soups
Even brezels in the Jump
Don't be a moron, don't miss this chance

Kommen Sie nach Bad Doberan
Im gemütlichen Norddeutschland
Close to the Baltic Sea
Where you can swim and drink a beer
With some guys of the band
Who played yesterday at the Main Stage
Feels like your hangover is over and over...

Guess you only get one chance in life
To come here and bark it loud...

Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf
Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arffff

Halt den Mund!
Halt den Mund!

I have nuns sleeping here...
Don't you boys know any nice words?

Bad Doberan is
For laughing and
feasting only.
If you gotta laugh
And feast
go to Bad Doberan.
You'll love it...
(It's a way of life)