Portobello Belle

Belladonna's on the high street Her bre*sts 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 got to 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 Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, 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 Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish He get 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 Oh, but the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes, and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl Oh, but I got one for you My portobello belle Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking And a parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there's a rhino She get the crying of a wino And then she get the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower Oh, belladonna walks Belladonna taking a stroll Oh, 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 Oh, but I got one for you Portobello belle Portobello belle