Portobello Belle

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


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