This song features vocals by UK artist Kayleigh O’Neill.

Lyrics

Perfect teeth
And a Greek physique
Might make you think you can’t compete

Technology
and chemistry
Don’t make a superman to me

All I see
Is vanity
That kinda guy is not for me

Integrity
Is what I need
And that is what you offer me

You’re a model of man
Baby, my heart keeps telling me
You’re the State of the Art

Nobody understands
I don’t care what they’re sellin’ me
You’re the State of the Art

Look at that guy, over there
With the fancy threads and the Eastwood stare
What you see is what you get
You’re a winner with an intellect

What about him in the dream machine
Looks like he stepped off a movie screen
Body work’s all well and good
But there’s nothin’ goin’ on underneath the hood

All I see
Is vanity
That kinda guy is not for me

Integrity
Is what I need
And that is what you offer me

You’re a model of man
Baby, my heart keeps telling me
You’re the State of the Art

Nobody understands
I don’t care what they’re sellin’ me
You’re the State of the Art

Work out
You don’t have to work out
Love will keep us strong

You’re a model of man
Baby, my heart keeps telling me
You’re the State of the Art

Nobody understands
I don’t care what they’re sellin’ me
You’re the State of the Art

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Guest vocals by Kayleigh O’Neill.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt at 24-96 Mastering.
© 2011 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

This is the first Sodajerker song featuring Kayleigh, a talented vocalist and artist from the UK.

Lyrics

When the sun’s too proud to burst and turn to night
In these moments all your choices seem just right
Beneath the parasol that casts shade on your life
You reflect on all the ways you waste your time

This is not a test
This is not a drill
This is your wake up call
If you want to live your life at all

When you’re at your desk and New York’s on the line
All that water cooler laughter makes you smile
As the subway carriage thunders past your eyes
You catch sight of someone you don’t recognise

This is not a test
This is not a drill
This is your wake up call
If you want to live your life at all

Time is on your side
Take a second chance and do it right
When you find that happiness inside
You’ll be whole again

This is not a test
This is not a drill
This is your wake up call
If you want to live your life at all

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Guest vocals by Kayleigh O’Neill.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2011 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

You work all week
Turn the other cheek to all the mean things that people say
Until the weekend comes

You wait in line
You bide your time and when the moment feels right
You step onto the floor
Where you

Dance ’til you drop
Give it all you got until the music stops

You hit your stride
Sashay and glide with the grace of Astaire and
Captivate the room

The bass bins boom
There’s a noise curfew and you’ve a heck of a lot to prove
You snooze, you lose
So just

Dance ’til you drop
Give it all you got until the music stops and
Dance ’til you drop
Here is a groove that is just so commanding
I guarantee you’ll be the last one standing

Before you know it
They will be surrounding the dancefloor
Whooping and hollering
Crying and screaming out for more
And you’ll give it to ‘em

Dance ’til you drop
Give it all you got until the music stops and
Dance ’til you drop
Here is a groove that is just so commanding
I guarantee you’ll be the last one standing

Dance ’til you drop
Give it all you got until the music stops
If they want you outta here they’re gonna have to drag you off
Just dance ’til you drop
Here is a groove that is just so commanding
I guarantee you’ll be the last one standing
Dance!

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

Every time I see you, I go out of my mind
You know you make me feel good
Oh yeah, you make me feel fine.
But you don’t have a badge on the back of your ride
Three letters I need to see before I’m getting inside.

BMW
You gotta have a BMW
BMW
It’s gotta be a BMW

You say i’m playing hard to get but this ain’t a game
If you’re not making the grade
Your choice of wheels is to blame
So sell that heap of junk and we can be who we are
I’d say a moving violation might just be on the cards

BMW
You gotta have a BMW
BMW
It’s gotta be a BMW

Baby can you understand the one thing I need?
Bravo, Mike, Whisky: now are you reading me?
Those three magic letters gotta be on display
Before you’re ever gonna drive me away

BMW
You gotta have a BMW
BMW
You gotta be a BMW

BMW – before I ride away with you.

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

Lights. Camera. Action

I’m waiting tables
But I am dreaming of another life
Showbusiness parties
Award nominations, a trophy wife

Movie star
I just wanna be
Movie star
I just wanna be a movie star

People look through me
One day they’ll all want to be friends of mine
Today, I’m nobody
Tomorrow it’s me with whom they’ll want to dine

Movie star
I just wanna be
Movie star
I just wanna be
Movie star
No matter what the cost to my sanity
I’ll give any role authenticity
Go down in cinematic history
I just wanna be a movie star

Don’t want no walk on parts
I want to be the star
I want all eyes on me
My name on the marquee
Don’t want no cameo
I want the leading role
Give it to me
Give it to me

As I take orders
I work on perfecting my acceptance speech
I see their lips moving
But I’m thanking all those who believed in me

My folks will be so proud
As will the whole of my neighbourhood
I’ll forever be known as
The quintessential smalltown boy made good

Movie star
I just wanna be
Movie star
I just wanna be
Movie star
No matter what the cost to my sanity
I’ll give any role authenticity
Go down in cinematic history
I just wanna be a movie star

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

Take me and my pretty wife
We go together to a party every Saturday night
She likes to sing ‘cause it makes her feel nice
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…

Take me and my pretty wife
We go together like sweet & sour chicken and rice
She likes to drink, says it makes her feel right
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…

If you think she’s got, something to hide
Take her picture at a party on a Saturday night
If you think she’s got, something to hide
Take her picture at a party on a Saturday night

Take me and my pretty wife
We lose each other at a party every Saturday night
She makes it home but she can’t walk right
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…

Take me and my pretty wife
We wake up happy ‘cause we can’t remember Saturday night
She hates to eat when she doesn’t feel nice
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…

Take her picture
She’s got a lovely face, she’s got a wicked heart
Take her picture
Take a picture of my pretty wife

If you think she’s got, something to hide
Take her picture at a party on a Saturday night
If you think she’s got, something to hide
Take her picture at a party on a Saturday night

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

All I really wanted to do
Was put a sugar cube or two in your tea
To make you act all sweet and nice and
Stop you telling lies and
Give you happy times

All I ever wanted to hear
Was you whisper softly in my ear - I love you
Life would be so sweet and nice
So take the man’s advice
Don’t make me tell you twice

The things you say are oh so cruel
How can you talk with bitter ashes in your mouth?
Try to spit them out
Wash the nastiness down
Swill round some of that sweet tea baby

All I really wanted to do
Was put another sugar or two in your tea
To make you act all sweet and nice and
Stop you telling lies
It’s what the man prescribed

All I ever wanted to feel
Was your heart beating into my teal pullover
Maybe things will be alright
Baby it will work out fine
We’ll have to give it time – for tea

The things you say are oh so cruel
How can you talk with bitter ashes in your mouth?
Try to spit them out
Wash the nastiness down
Swill round some of that sweet tea baby

Whenever trouble’s brewing
I heap a generous spoon into your mug
Suddenly you stop stewing and spouting fortunes
From the leaves left in the palm of your hand
And I say..

Darling, take a sip of my sweet tea
Don’t you find it goes down easily?
It’s the nectar of the Gods you see
Dunk a biscuit in for extra glee

The things you say are oh so cruel
How can you talk with bitter ashes in your mouth?
Try to spit them out
Wash the nastiness down
Swill round some of that sweet tea baby

Give her some of that sweet tea

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

You fell for fame and its siren song
Like a kamikaze pilot with a death wish on
You made your name, bought a fancy car
Now you’re giving ultimata in a cocktail bar

I’m making my mind up
I’m making my mind up
I’ve made up my mind and you should know
I’ve let you go

Do What You Want

You call my name but your voice is shot
And you stagger like a zombie to the parking lot
You say there’ll never be another you
Now I’m hoping and I’m praying that this might be true

I’m making my mind up
I’m making my mind up
I’ve made up my mind and you should know
I’ve let you go

Do What You Want

This is not the life I want, the life I need, the life I choose
Find someone to take my place who never disagrees with you

Do What You Want

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.

Lyrics

Tonight, we bounce at ten
Come on, tell all your friends
We bounce at ten

Yes, tonight, we bounce at ten
Come on, tell all your friends
We bounce at ten

Get your best dress on
Keep your hot rod warm
Where is the party? Tell me, where is the party?

Put your face on right
Tease your hair up tight
Where is the party? Tell me, where is the party?

Everyone who’s anyone is gonna be there
Where’s the party at? Where’s the party at? Tell me now!
Wait by the phone to learn exactly what, why and where
All will be revealed
For now, all I can tell you is:

Tonight, we bounce at ten
Come on, tell all your friends
We bounce at ten

Meet your friends at nine
Take time to unwind
Where is the party? Tell me, where is the party?

Rock up to the crowd
Hail a cab downtown
Where is the party? Tell me, where is the party?

Everyone who’s anyone is gonna be there
Where’s the party at? Where’s the party at? Tell me now!
Wait by the phone to learn exactly what, why and where
All will be revealed
For now, all I can tell you is:

Tonight, we bounce at ten
Come on, tell all your friends
We bounce at ten

Composed, arranged and produced by Sodajerker.
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge.
© 2010 Sodajerker. Some rights reserved.