Bella donna's on the highstreet

Her breasts upon the off beat

And the stalls are just the side shows

Victoriano's old clothes

And yes her jeans are tight now

She got to travel light now

She got to turn up all her roots now

She got to turn up for 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 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 aint got no fingers

The blind man says he Irish

He gets his money in a tin dish

Just a corner serinader

Upon a time he could of made her



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 got one for you Portobello Belle



This time a pair a boys are hawking

And the paraket is squawking

Upon a truck there is a wino

She get the crying off the wino

And then she here the raggy rumble

Bella donna is in the jungle

But she is no garden flower

There is no distress in the tower

Bella donna walks

Bella donna taking a stroll

She don't care about your window box or your button hole

Sing a song about a long gone Irish girl

But I got one for you Portobello Belle