Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yeah she got the skirt so tight now She wanna travel light now She wanna tear up all her roots now
She got the turn up on the boots now she thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the 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 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 the Irish He get 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 but the 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 a paper rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she ain't no garden flower There ain't no distress in the tower Oh, belladonna walks Belladonna taking control But she don't care about your window box Or your button hole she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl but I got one for you my Portobello Belle