For all the Irish Girls

 

 

Portobello Belle

Dire Straits

Portobello Belle

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 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

* Portobello Road - London street famous for its market of antiques and trinkets. Notting Hill is in the neighborhood, known for its Jamaican population