Bella donna's on the highstreet

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 gotta travel light now

She's gotta tear up all her roots now



She got a turn up for the boots now

Yeah she thinks she's tough

She ain't no English rose

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



She sees a man upon his back there

Escaping from a sack there

And Bella donna lingers

Her gloves they got no fingers

Yeah, the blind man says he Irish

He get his money in a tin dish

Just a corner serenader

Upon a time he could of made her, made her



Yeah, 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 do a song

About a long gone Irish girl

Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle



Yes and the barrow boys are hawking

And the parakeet is squawking

Upon a truck there is a rhino

She get the crying off the 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

Oh, bella donna walks

Bella donna taking a stroll

But she don't care about your window box

Or your button hole

Yes and she sing a song

About a long gone Irish girl

Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle