Portobello Belle lyrics

Belladonna's on the high street

Her breasts up on the offbeat

And the stalls are just the side shows

Victoriana's old clothes

Yeah she got the skirt so tight now

She want to travel light now

She want to 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 of 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 get 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 of for you my Portobello Belle

Yes and these barrow boys are hawking

And a parakeet is squawking

Upon a truck 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

Yes, she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle

Portobello belle

• Artist:Dire Straits
• Album:Communiqué (1979)