Bella donna'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's gonna tear up all her roots now
She got a turn up for the boots now Yeah she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl 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 he's 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 Ah, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yeas and do a song About a long gone Irish girl Ah 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 a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Bella donna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll She don't care about your window box Or your button hole Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you Portobello Belle
