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 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 he's singing the Irish

He gets 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 for you my 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

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 for you my Portobello Belle