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