Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yeah she got the skirt so tight now She want to travel light now She want to 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 of 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 he's singing the Irish He get his money in a tin dish Just a corner serenader Once upon a time he could have made her 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 of for you my Portobello Belle Yes and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck 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 Belladonna walks Belladonna taking control 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 of for you my Portobello Belle