Portobello belle

Bella donnas on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victorianas old clothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She gotta travel light now
Shes gotta tear up all her roots now

She got a turn up for the boots now
Yeah she thinks shes tough
She aint no english rose
But the blind singer
Hes 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 shes tough
She aint no english rose
Ah, but the blind singer
Hes 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 donnas 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 dont 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