Once upon a time, in a magical town called "Morton Grove"
There, lived an ambitious young fellow, who called himself Adaś
He has always been a musical man, known across the county
For his boom baps and diddly-doo waps

Who knows what sort of frequencies he'll be mixing today?
He likes to keep us guessing
He feeds off of the confusion
And lives for the day in which we all finally stop sleeping on him
Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to stand on business
And time to get up
From our slumber