Junkyard Cabaret: Way Down in the Hole
Music and lyrics by Tom Waits
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

B3 Organ: Fingers Del Rey
Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well, I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
Just gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole

He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
And you don't have to worry
If you hold on to Jesus' hand
We'll all be safe from Satan
When the thunder rolls
Just gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

All the angels sing
About Jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord
Don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole

Way Down In The Hole

Junkyard Cabaret: Staked My Claim
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at Mama Coco Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

B3 Organ: Rich Paganello
Drums: John Pizzuto
Guitar: Dave Falcone
Sax: Ryan Anselmi
Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Little girl you know I love you so
I’ve never known someone so alive
But if you think you can just let me go
Well girl you’re in for a big surprise
Yeah I’ve seen the way you look at him
And the way he looks at you
Little girl let me tell you right here
That sort of thing will never do

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

I know you’ve been running around
Taking love anywhere you could
And though I love you more than any man should
Let’s make this understood
Yes I’m a man who can bend a lot
But that don’t mean that I won’t break
And I won’t stand for no more messing around
Baby don’t make that mistake

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

Now you know just how I feel
Yeah you know just where you stand
I’ve got to have you next to me
I want to be your man
So drop you mess and bring your fine self home
Before I go and get myself a gun
Drop off your keys and bring yourself crosstown
And tell that boy you’re with he’d better run

‘Cause I staked my claim on you
Look in these eyes yeah you know it’s true
Yes I staked my claim on you
And there ain’t nothing you can do

Staked My Claim

Junkyard Cabaret: Wicked Game
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentin

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Guitars/Bass/VSTsVocals: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you
With you
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (this world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (with you)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I (this world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one

Wicked Game

Junkyard Cabaret: My Baby
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Mama Coco’s Kitchen Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Sax: Ryan Anselmi
Bass: Jack Maiorino
Guitar/Slide: Dave “The Bird” Falcone
Drums: John Pizzutp

Lyrics:

When my baby walk down the street
Man in wheelchair get on his feet
Blind man see, dead man rise
Mama cover her baby’s eyes

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

Sometime she screams
Sometime she hollers
Make me spend my last dollar 
But when my baby calls my name 
I come running just the same

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

She sometimes treats me bad but that’s ok
‘Cause when night time comes I know she’s gonna blow me away
And I don’t give a damn what the people say
Gonna love that woman night and day
Gonna love that woman any old way that I can

‘Cause when it’s time to take her home
She dims the lights, turns off the phone
Lays me out on my bed
Leave’s me shaking and feeling half-dead

Watch her walk
Hear her talk
I’m in Love

My Baby

Junkyard Cabaret: Pet the Kitty
Music by Fingers Del Rey and Bill Valentin
Lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Benny’s Carwash Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Clarinet:  Dan Levinson
Violin: Cody Geil
Drums: Thomas “Hammy” Hamlin
Backing Vocals: Jennie Bell, Ziarra Washington, Natasha Brown

Lyrics:

When I was 12 my pops took me aside
Said when it comes to love there ain’t nowhere to hide
So if you want a little lady to stay with you
There’s just one little thing that you got to do

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

I was a bit confused I must admit
My pops was spoutin’ some crazy shit
The years went by and I was still alone
When a good friend finally threw me a bone

He said “Hey, Dollar”

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

I used to walk the dog while they walked a way
I used to scratch at fleas and while away the day
But my hand got tired and my heart sank low 
Until an angel swooped down and showed me the ropes
She said:

You gotta pet that kitty
You gotta treat that kitty right
You gotta pet that kitty
When you come home at night
If that kitty’s hungry it’s gonna run a way
So you better feed that kitty if you want her to stay—
Everyday you gotta pet that kitty

So if you got a kitty take my advice
A saucer of cream is awfully nice
Some sweet words to make her purr

Pet The Kitty

Junkyard Cabaret: Out of Control  
Music and lyrics by Bill Valentin
Recorded at  Studio Chill New York, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Guitars/Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Bass: Sergeant Maru
Drums: John Pizzuto 

Lyrics:

Well I left home about a week tomorrow
In my wake destruction and sorrow
I got tombstone tattoos on the back of my eyes
Scarred red white and blue from all of your lies
And I’m tired of all your noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Moving fast now don’t you blink
Man on fire, Lord I need a drink
Pinprick needles running down my spine
Just sixteen miles ‘til I cross that line
And I’m tired of all this noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Midnight stars on black velveteen
Salvation lies somewhere in between
The lines get fuzzy I can barely see
Just 7 miles separate my baby from me
And I’m tired of all this noise coming down the wire
Don’t need no gasoline to start this fire
Ready to explode
Gonna overload
Out of control

Out Of Control

Junkyard Cabaret: Little White Gloves
Music and lyrics by Toby Kassavan
Recorded at  Benny’s Car Wash Brooklyn, New York
Additional Recording at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Lead Vocals: $5 Bill Valentine
Drums: Thomas “Hammy” Hamlin
Violin: Cody Geil
Trumpet: Pam Flemming 
Backing Vocals: Ziarra Washington, Jennie Bell, Natasha Brown

Lyrics:

She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
Well you know that I’m in love 
With the girl with the little white gloves

Yeah she looks like an angel but swing like a a jezebel
Oh she looks like an angel but swing like a a jezebel
Oh Lord you know that I’m in love
With the girl with the little white gloves

I say little white gloves…

Oh Anita, oh Anita can I come uptown with you?
Oh Anita can I come uptown with you?
We can do all the things that an uptown girl likes to do

She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
She shake and shimmy and coos like a turtledove
Well you know that I’m in love 
With the girl with the little white gloves

Little White Gloves

Junkyard Cabaret: I Put a Spell on You
Music and lyrics by Screamin' Jay" Hawkins
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Lead Vocals/Guitars/VSTs: $5 Bill Valentine
Piano: Fingers Del Rey

Lyrics:

I put a spell on you because you're mine
Stop the things you do
Mwahahaha, watch out!
I ain't lyin', yeah
I can't stand no runnin' around
I can't stand no puttin' me down
I put a spell on you because you're mine
Oh yeah

Stop the things you do
Mwahahaha, watch out!
I ain't lyin'
I love you, I love you, I love you, baby, how
I don't care if you don't want me, I'm yours right now
I put a spell on you because you're mine

Mine! Mine! Ow! Ooh!
Oh, oh you're mine!

I Put A Spell On You

Junkyard Cabaret: Jockey Full of Bourbon
Music and lyrics by Tom Waits
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine

Lead Vocals/Guitars/VSTs: $5 Bill Valentine

Lyrics:

Edna Million in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
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Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey

I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Jockey Full Of Bourbon

Junkyard Cabaret: Since You Left Me Baby

Lead Vocals/Acoustic and Electric Guitar/Bass: $5 Bill Valentine
Electric Piano: Fingers Del Rey
Drums: Michael (Ringo) Bellusci 
Slide Guitar: Dave “The Bird” Falcone

Music and lyrics by $5 Bill Valentine
Recorded at Bottom Basement Studios, Brooklyn, New York
Drums Recorded in Octopus Garden Studios, Long Island New York
Mixed by Guermo Jose at Bottom Basement Studios
Arranged by Guermo Jose
Produced by $5 Bill Valentine



Lyrics:

Well I been killing myself slowly with Jim Beam and Marlboro reds
Yeah if I ain’t stone cold drunk I must be high instead
Red, yellow, blue - I take them all for this pain in my head
Yeah since you left me baby I could swear that I’d be better of dead

Yeah since you went away this old house it just ain’t the same
And make no damn mistake I know just who to blame
Clothes everywhere, dishes piled up it’s a crying shame
If you don’t come back soon, I’m afraid that I might of insane

You left me on a Sunday I remember you were wearing that red dress
You me baby understand you’re going was all for the best
Tell me baby what was it that drove you away?
Lord  I’d give up NASCAR if you’d only stay

Well I tried to do the laundry but my shirts all came back pink
Yeah I tried to do the dishes but I just can’t seem to find the sink
I been looking under everything trying to discover that stink
Is it any wonder baby that your leaving me would drive me to drink?

You left the cupboards bare and me with no clean underwear on that Sunday
With no food and no clean clothes to wear on the following Monday
If I cut back to a six pack a night 
Would that be enough to make it alright?

Well I been killing myself slowly with Jim Beam and Marlboro reds
Yeah if I ain’t stone cold drunk I must be high instead
Red, yellow, blue - I take them all for this pain in my head
Yeah since you left me baby I could swear that I’d be better of dead

Little White Gloves

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