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 
Mastered by Jon Astley at Close To The Edge

This is Not a Test

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 
Mastered by Robin Schmidt at 24-96 Mastering

State of the Art

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

We Bounce At Ten

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

Do What You Want

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

Sweet Tea

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

My Pretty Wife

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

Movie Star

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

Listen carefully, I will not repeat 
Tonight is the night 

Hazard lights will blink, then your phone will ring 
Climb into the driver’s side 
I will be out of sight 
Into the night we go 

All we are is lovers undercover (undercover, lovers undercover) 
All we really need is one another - oh! 

Sharing histories 
Co-constructing dreams 
The future is ours 

Casting off the past 
Make new friends that last 
Head for the great divide 
Where it meets the northern line 
Make a new life for two 

All we are is lovers undercover (undercover, lovers undercover) 
All we really need is one another - oh!

Lovers Undercover

Mix it up 
Shake and pop 
Drink to the future 
And don’t be put off 

Change it up 
Take a shot 
Don’t be afraid to 
Go over the top 

You say you’ll be ready in your own sweet time, just 
Stand up for your woman 
You got to take the toy out of the box 
While you’re in your prime 

You're making it 
Your one ambition 
To live your life in mint condition 

You got to break 
An old tradition 
Become a man that’s on a mission 

Use it up 
Wear it out 
Sell at the top 
Or your stock will go down 

Carve your name 
Make your mark 
Don’t be afraid to 
Step into the dark 

You say you’ll be ready in your own sweet time, just 
Stand up for your woman 
You got to take the toy out of the box 
It ain’t no crime 

You're making it 
Your one ambition 
To live your life in mint condition 

You got to make 
A big decision 
Life is not an exhibition 

Please know that time is precious 
And don’t waste one more day 
Life is for getting dirty 
Do it my way 
Don’t delay 

You're making it 
Your one ambition 
To live your life in mint condition 

You got to break 
An old tradition 
Become a man that’s on a mission 

You're making it 
Your one ambition 
To live your life in mint condition 

You got to make 
A big decision 
Life is not an exhibition

Mint Condition

I was standin’ at a bar somewhere 
You walked in and you tossed your hair 
Everybody just stopped and stared 
You pretended to be unaware 

You think that I want you 
You think that I need you 
But honey I got some news for you 
You're gonna be so surprised 
When I just walk right by 

You might look like a million dollars 
But you just ain't my type 
And you might be the talk of the town 
But I just don't believe the hype 

Driving in my car one hazy summer night 
I pulled up at some traffic lights 
You crossed the street and took your own sweet time 
The other drivers lost their minds 

You know that they want you 
They whistle and honk you 
But honey I got some news for you 
You're gonna be so surprised 
When I just ride on by 

You might look like a million dollars 
But you just ain't my type 
And you might be the talk of the town 
But I just don't believe the hype

Talk of the Town

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

Dance Til You Drop

Songwriting team from Liverpool, UK. Hosts of the Sodajerker On Songwriting podcast, featuring interviews with some of the most successful songwriters in the world.

sodajerker

Popular tracks