Bella donna`s on the highstreet
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 says he Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could of 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 the parakeet is squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying off the 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