Wow, that's shit. The man who tried to fit "The Lord's Prayer" to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne" and used to get his mental fans to buy multiple copies of his painful shit in order to be No.1 at Christmas.
He may have been relevant in the 50's but now he's just a sad old closet case hanging out with fag hags ike Gloria "orange" Hunningford.
If he "comes out" and performs just once without sticking his hand in the air in a read my palm gesture I might listen. Knob.