We don't know how or why, but we fell into a deep internet k-hole and we came back with this Peanut-Butter-Jelly-Time-era relic from 2006. It's called "Supersonik Elektronik" and it's some sort of broken-English hybrid of a plea for sex and a megalomaniac space fantasy. But while the riveting, Tron-like early 2000s graphics are titillating in their own right, it's the lyrics that really rev our engines this Tuesday morning. Let's all look at them now!

We don't know how or why, but we fell into a deep internet k-hole and we came back with this Peanut-Butter-Jelly-Time-era relic from 2006. It's called "Supersonik Elektronik" and it's some sort of broken-English hybrid of a plea for sex and a megalomaniac space fantasy. But while the riveting, Tron-like early 2000s graphics are titillating in their own right, it's the lyrics that really rev our engines this Tuesday morning. Let's all look at them now!

Hey, a-baby, wake up from your asleep
We have arrived onto the future
And the whole world is become

Elektronik supersonik
Supersonik elektronik

Hey, baby, ride with me away
We doesn't have much time
My blue jeans is tight
So onto my love rocket, climb
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars, above

All systems gone!
Prepare for downcount!

Five, four, three, one!
Off blast!

Fly away, my space rocket
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed, I just lock it
(Ha, ha, ha ha ha)
I put my port plug in your socket

The sonic sky is bright like fire
You and me gets higher and higher
Cut communication wire
Only thing can stop us is flat tire

Ha, ha, ha ha ha ha

Hey, love crusader
I want to be your space invader
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater
I is more stronger than Darth Vapor
Obey me I is your new dictator
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the tzars
Make a wishes on a shooting stars
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!

Ladies and Gentlemen
Fasten your beltseats
We has commenced our decent
I trust you enjoy this flight
As much as you enjoy this accent

Now back on Earth its time for downsplash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
People have arrived for cheer me from near and far
And as I float, I open door and shout
"I am world's biggest, washed-up superstar!"

(Supersonik elektronik)

As for sure as the sun rises in the west
Of all the singers and poets on Earth I am the bestest
Come, let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger
Okay, is time for end, no more will I sang
Let me take you back in time
I want for you to experience big bang

Long live space race
Long live Molvanîa

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… Yeah! Sweet.

Well, while we don't think "Elektronik Supersonik" will be named 2015's Official Song of Summer, there's one thing we're sure of: It's 2014's Best Song to Do Thanksgiving DMT or Maybe Something Lighter Like Space Cocaine, Anything to Numb the Pain of Familial Meals, To. It's like seeing Interstellar, but 10 years ago, and it's free because you downloaded a Limewire torrent of it.

You're welcome!