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 on 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 my 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
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 reggea rumble
Bella donna’s in the jungle
But she ain’t no garden flower
These ain’t 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
But I got one for you my portobello belle
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