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 gonna travel light now
She´s gonna 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
But I got one for you Portobello Belle

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Belladonna lingers
Her gloves they got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man he´s singing Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have 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
Yeas and do a song
About a long gone Irish girl
Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle

Yes and these barrow boys are hawking
And a parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she get 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
She don´t care about your window box
Or your button hole
Yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
But I got one for you Portobello Belle