This man is a Musical Prodigy,
Though often a bit of an oddigy,
His lyrics are crude,
Choreographies rude,
Main topic is human biology.

In London I must find a home,
Next to the Millenium Dome,
For there I can dance,
To the artist called Prance,
Otherwise known as s*x gnome

Glad my rhyme got your attention,
but I don't need no intervention,
Whatever I dunth,
It's that time of the month,
For suffering Pre Concert Tension