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