Another poor blip

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need.
So sang King Billy. Mind you, this was when he was still a struggling Prince, having to do all sorts of demeaning things like flying helicopters and visiting Jamaica, all the time dreaming of being back in his bedsit in blighty and giving young Nell a good old knee trembler in the lane below on the way back from the boozer. I know some of his other songs but they probably run foul of the offensive communications at football grounds act (2012). See another thing down here - three miniature wines for a fiver! Gotta turn in. It's been a long day.