Portobello Belle

Belladonna's on the high street

Her breasts upon the off beat

And the stalls are just the side shows

Victoriana's old clothes

And yes, her jeans are tight now

She gonna travel light now

She got to tear up all her roots now

She got the turn up for the boots now

She thinks she's tough

She ain't no English rose

Oh, but the blind singer

He's seen enough and he knows

Yes, and he do a song

About a long gone Irish girl

Oh, but I got one for you

Portobello belle

She sees a man upon his back there

Escaping from a sack there

And Belladonna lingers

Her gloves they got no fingers

Yeah, the blind man singing Irish

He gets his money in a tin dish

Just a corner serenader

Upon a time he could have made her, made her

Yeah, she thinks she's tough

She ain't no English rose

Oh, but the blind singer

He's seen enough and he knows

Yes, and he do a song

About a long gone Irish girl

Oh, but I got one for you

Portobello belle

Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking

And a parakeet is squawking

Upon a truck, there's a rhino

She get the crying of a wino

And then, she gets the reggae rumble

Belladonna's in the jungle

But she is no garden flower

There is no distress in the tower

Oh, Belladonna walks

Belladonna taking a stroll

But she don't care about your window box

Or your buttonhole

Yes, and she sing a song

About a long gone Irish girl

Oh, I got one for you

Portobello belle

Portobello belle