Bella donna's on the high street
  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 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 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 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 donna's in the jungle
  but she is no garden flower
  there is no distress in the tower
  oh, Bella donna walks
  Bella donna talking a stroll
  but she don't care about your window box
  or your bottom hole
  yes and she sing a song about a long gone Irish girl
  ah but I got one for you Portobelle belle.