Lyrics:

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