Ian Dury , Sweet Gene Vincent, but the version I've got starts..
Blue Gene baby
Skinny white sailor the chances were slim
There were beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline
With some thunderbird wine
And a black handkerchief
I miss your sad virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
I met her in a club down in Notting Hill where they drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola C.O.L.A. cola.......
I read the news today, oh boy........
Out of bed at eight am, out my head by half past ten, out with mates and dates and friends, that's what I do at weekends.... Specials, Friday Night, Saturday Morning.