Belladonna's on the high street    Her breasts upon the offbeat   And the stalls are just the side shows   Victoriana's old clothes   Yeah she got the skirt so tight now   She wanna travel light now   She wanna tear up all her roots now   She thinks she's tough   She ain't no English rose   But the blind singer   He's seen enough and he knows   He do a song about a long gone Irish girl   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   Blind man he's singing the Irish   He get his money in a tin dish   Just a corner serenader   Once upon a time he could have made her    She thinks she's tough   She ain't no English rose   But the blind singer   He's seen enough and he knows   He do a song about a long gone Irish girl   But i got one for you my Portobello Belle      Yes and these barrow boys are hawking    And a parakeet is squawking   Upon a truck a paper rhino   She get the crying of a wino   And then she get the reggae rumble   Belladonna's in the jungle   But she ain't no garden flower   There ain't no distress in the tower   Belladonna walks    Belladonna taking control   She don't care about your window box   Or your button hole   She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl   But i got one for you my Portobello Belle