If I had entrance music or a rad metal band following me around, I would totally steal the awesome intro the Detroit Pistons have been using for, like, forever… I’m taking, of course, about The Final Countdown by Europe.

What Gob Bluth lacks in magical chops, he makes up for in intro-music enthusiasm. And, of course, the soundtrack to his mad magical preening is The Final Countdown.  Observe:

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How does one calculate the awesomeness of this video?

A sampling of the Petrified brilliance contained therein:

• 00:05 – Thank you, sign man, for the warning:  “Danger… you’re about to enter a whimsical rock world of high kicks and hot licks.”
• 00:25 – Quick cut to the drummer wearing a florescent pink painter’s cap with the brim turned up, open mouth grin and double drumstick twirl.
• 00:30 – Dramatic black & white shot of the keytarist’s silhouette.
• 00:47 – Wait!  Can you handle the rock?  Is your face melting?  Is your heart still beating?  Yes?  Good.  Let’s continue.
• 00:56 – The Carlton.
• 1:10 – We just want you to know that we’re not always serious, “message” rockers.  I mean it: this isn’t even a guitar (it’s a wood plank) and that mic he’s singing into?  It’s a drumstick!
• 1:50 – Old timey judges rule.
• 2:10 – Let me illustrate the meaning of the chorus here.
• 3:11 – That face-melting solo couldn’t just be the work of two hands, could it?