Portobello Belle
Belladonna's on the high streetHer breasts up on the offbeatAnd the stalls are just the side showsVictoriana's old clothesYeah she got the skirt so tight nowShe want to travel light nowShe want to tear up all her roots nowShe got the turn up on the boots nowShe thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseBut the blind singerHe's seen enough and he knowsHe do a song about a long-gone Irish girlBut I got one of for you my Portobello Belle
She sees a man upon his back thereEscaping from a sack thereAnd Belladonna lingersHer gloves they got no fingersBlind man he's singing the IrishHe get his money in a tin dishJust a corner serenaderOnce upon a time he could have made herShe thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseBut the blind singerHe's seen enough and he knowsHe do a song about a long-gone Irish girlBut I got one of for you my Portobello Belle
Yes and these barrow boys are hawkingAnd a parakeet is squawkingUpon a truck paper rhinoShe get the crying of a winoAnd then she get the reggae rumbleBelladonna's in the jungleBut she ain't no garden flowerThere ain't no distress in the towerBelladonna walksBelladonna taking controlShe don't care about your window boxOr your button holeShe sing a song about a long-gone Irish girlBut I got one of for you my Portobello Belle