Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
I DO NOT OWN THIS, ALL RIGHTS GO TO TALKSHOW BOY
Track 9 off of Talkshow Boy's second album, WATCH AS I PERFORM MY OWN TRACHEOTOMY, originally released on August 20th, 2005 through Pocketclock. This is taken directly from the original mp3 zip download available on the Pocketclock website, as the versions seen on Bandcamp available in FLAC are not in any higher quality, yet do not sound the best compared to the original download and I have not found these versions on youtube yet. If I am asked to take this down, I will take it down.
"All songs written, re-written, remembered and wrecked by Adrian Bailey Trajstman. This album was doctored and fixed by R McNaught (topquality)."
Lyrics:
Your house is full of Halloween
Your brother's obsessed with war and weed
Your father is the Lizard Queen
Okay, sorta, but not really
Your mother strips on free-to-air TV
Your elder sister doesn't want to be on free-to-air TV
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
Remember that night, how I was one year younger
And we got into the club because your daddy knew the bouncer?
We drank too much and you blew me in the cab
And made fun of my accent and laughed at my dress sense
Remember that night when we were sitting in your room
Flicking through your magazines, getting domestic with your family
I'd like to think that my body still inhabits that chair
Or that my DNA's there, or that my body's in your bed
Up and close, when you're sleeping with your eyes shut
When you're doing interviews before you've fully woken up
When you're on the radio and when you're on your TV show
I want to be in your brain cells!
See my shape in the signatures you've gotta sign
And feel me through the razor when it's buzzing on your panty line
Hear me on The White Album, 'Revolution #9'
I want to be in your body again
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
I DO NOT OWN THIS, ALL RIGHTS GO TO TALKSHOW BOY
Track 9 off of Talkshow Boy's second album, WATCH AS I PERFORM MY OWN TRACHEOTOMY, originally released on August 20th, 2005 through Pocketclock. This is taken directly from the original mp3 zip download available on the Pocketclock website, as the versions seen on Bandcamp available in FLAC are not in any higher quality, yet do not sound the best compared to the original download and I have not found these versions on youtube yet. If I am asked to take this down, I will take it down.
"All songs written, re-written, remembered and wrecked by Adrian Bailey Trajstman. This album was doctored and fixed by R McNaught (topquality)."
Lyrics:
Your house is full of Halloween
Your brother's obsessed with war and weed
Your father is the Lizard Queen
Okay, sorta, but not really
Your mother strips on free-to-air TV
Your elder sister doesn't want to be on free-to-air TV
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
Remember that night, how I was one year younger
And we got into the club because your daddy knew the bouncer?
We drank too much and you blew me in the cab
And made fun of my accent and laughed at my dress sense
Remember that night when we were sitting in your room
Flicking through your magazines, getting domestic with your family
I'd like to think that my body still inhabits that chair
Or that my DNA's there, or that my body's in your bed
Up and close, when you're sleeping with your eyes shut
When you're doing interviews before you've fully woken up
When you're on the radio and when you're on your TV show
I want to be in your brain cells!
See my shape in the signatures you've gotta sign
And feel me through the razor when it's buzzing on your panty line
Hear me on The White Album, 'Revolution #9'
I want to be in your body again
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
Oh Kelly, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go?
I thought we had a little chemistry a month before you broke my heart
Please don't attribute it all to your exponential rise to fame
I'd like to think that I made just a humble impression on your beautiful junk food brain
