Just another night at ten o'clock

Mark is waiting so alone

Meanwhile, Busi is working so hard

Delivering pizza!

Requena is getting nervous at his home

With desire to rehearse and making joints

Javi and Juli are brewing nasty farts

Eating fast food

It's time to talk about shit

About tits, about us, we are

We are true Ralph Wiggum fans

Go banana

You know the next show is coming soon

We're planning to use maracas and ballons

A fake electric chair and monkey masks

We're lost in Wacken

The Madness is goin' on in Waldi land

The example are the lyrics we are writing

I don't know what to say, so

Eh McArena, aye!

It's time to talk about James

About blitz, about thrash

We are true Mr. Bean fans

Fuckin' Inawaldis

Late at night before the march

We've got more to say

Here we stand like there's no tomorrow

We love this shit, we love this way

We love this fuckin' sound

We don't give a fuck if you don't understand

We are Waldis, Waldi gang

Inawaldis, Waldi band

There's no cure, too late

Waldi gang