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]