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 got the 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 

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 gets 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