Belladonna's on the high street
Breast's upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
Yes, she got the skirt on tight, now
She wanna travel light, now
And she wanna turn up all her roots, now
And she got the turn upon the boots, now
She thinks he's tough, she ain't no English rose
But blind singer, he's seen enough and he knows
And he do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you, my Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves, they got no fingers
Blind man singing Irish
Get his money in a tin dish
He just a corner serenader
Once upon a time he could have made her
He could have made her
She thinks he's tough, she ain't no English rose
Blind singer, he's seen enough and he knows
He do a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you, Portobello Belle
Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a Parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of the wino
Then she hear the reggae rumble
Belladonna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower, not at all
Belladonna walks
Belladonna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box
Your button hole
She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you, my Portobello Belle