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 gotta travel light now   She's gotta 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   Ah but I got one for you portobello belle      She sees a man upon his back there   Escaping from a sack there   And bella donna lingers   Her gloves they got no fingers   Yeah, the blind man singing 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   Ah, but the blind singer   He's seen enough and he knows   Yes and do a song   About a long gone irish girl   Ah but I got one for you portobello belle      Yes and the 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 hear 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   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   Ah but I got one for you portobello belle