[Verse 1]

Wittgenstein, Wittgenstein's son

Had an idea and another one

Language games, words seem to change

Everything's fine with Wittgenstein

[Verse 2]

Professor of philosophy

Words have no objectivity

They are your tools if you know the rules

Everything's fine with Wittgenstein

[Verse 3]

Language is a form of life

He went through much trouble and strife

G.E. Moore, prisoner of war

Nothing was fine for Wittgenstein