synthpop 1980s style, dance pop, F minor, synth, electronic, four-on-the-floor kick, drum machine, sampler, arpedggiator, rhythm bassline, bright, catchy hook, backbeat drop and claps
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27.03.2026
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Текст песни
[Intro]
(Calling the Max)
[Verse 1]
Pútin in a captain’s chair
Flight suit
Budweiser beer
Snacks float past
Potato chips
One engine doing backflips
He taps the gauge
It taps him back
Loose bolts doing jumping jacks
He hits the intercom
Fake calm voice
“This is fine
We got no choice” (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Hello
Earth
Pick up the Max
Our engine just flew off and flex
You left us on read in the great unknown
So we declare war on your dial tone
War on your whatsapp
War on your telegram
War on your busy tone putting us to sleep
If you don’t call back in three
Two
One
We’re starting a space war just for fun (hey!)
[Instrumental solo]
[Verse 2]
Donald Trump are playing chess
One pawn stuck to the air-con vent
He says
“Guys
Tiny problem here”
They say
“Is it snacks or is it fear?”
He dials again
“Earth
It’s Vlad”
“We lost a thingy
It’s kind of bad”
Only answer’s elevator music hum
So he salutes and starts to drum
[Chorus]
Hello
Earth
Pick up the Max
Our engine just flew off and flex
You left us on read in the great unknown
So we declare war on your dial tone
War on your whatsapp
War on your telegram
War on your busy tone putting us to sleep
If you don’t call back in three
Two
One
We’re starting a space war just for fun
[Bridge]
He points at Max
“Recruit the sand”
Shakes the Moon’s bright cheesy hand
“Allied comets
Join my crew
Target: every missed call from you” (oh yeah)
We’ll send memes instead of bombs
Sticker packs instead of storms
Ceasefire signed in neon crayon
Treaty reads: “Just leave the line on”
[Chorus]
Hello
Earth
Pick up the max
Our engine just flew off and flex
You left us on read in the great unknown
So we declare war on your dial tone
War on your whatsapp
War on your telegram
War on your sleepy hold music so deep
If you don’t call back in three
Two
One
We’re starting a space war just for fun
[Chorus]
Hello
Max
We called again
We brought our engine
Duct-taped friends
You finally answered
Laughing
“What?”
He says
“Next time
Text me from the spot”
War is over
Lines are clear
They trade cat pics atmosphere to sphere
From orbit now his biggest fear
Is running out of jokes next year (hey!)
[Outro]