He is Greyson, and he is a singer. He wears his hair just so, he likes his stripes horizontal (it’s a myth it’s fattening), and at the tender age of 12 not only has an affectation to his singin’ voice that will make people go, ‘Ooh, is this the new Greyson 7″? Is this light a little harsh on me?’ but he also plays a mean joanna. Which is Cockney for piano, and not the young lady with a face like a slapped rat cunt who’s totally miffed she turned Greyson down when he asked her out, only for him to become an international singin’ superstar and the new face of Covergirl. We’ve circled her in red, for your ease.
She only came in for morning prayer, but instead ended up watching her entire future crumble in front of her. But as the good Lord off-of Baby G said – you snooze, you lose. If you’re lucky, you’ll get bummed once in a while.
Greyson, who never gives lip to his parents and we imagine is kind to trees, is here singin’ Lady Gaga’s ‘Paparazzi’. The word ‘Paparazzi’ in the corner gave us a small clue. Where would we be without small clues? Down the mines, probably.
Any and a ‘ho and a who and a what? you can watch Greyson singin’ with his lovely singin’ voice after the break. The bird with Farrah Fawcett hair to the top left of not-Joanna is slippin’ off that pew she’s that excited…