Portobello Belle

[Verse 1] 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 got to travel light now She got to turn up all her roots now She got to turn up for the boots now [Chorus] She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Ah, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle [Verse 2] She sees a man upon his back there Escaping from a sack there And bella donna lingers Her gloves ain't got no fingers Yeah, the blind man sing in Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Upon a time he could have made her, made her [Chorus] She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose Ah, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle [Verse 3] Yes, and the barrow boys are hawking And the parakeet's squawking Upon a truck there is a rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she hear the reggae rumble Bella donna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower [Outro] Bella donna walks Bella donna taking a stroll She don't care about your window box or your buttonhole Yes, and she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle [Instrumental outro]