Oh, but the blind singer
Yeah, the blind man singing the Irish
Just a corner serenader
About a long gone Irish girl
And belladonna lingers
He's seen enough and he knows
And yes her jeans are tight now
Oh, but I got one for you
Yes, and he do a song
Yes, and these barrow boys are hawking
Yes, and he do a song
Oh, but the blind singer
My portobello belle
Or your button hole
Escaping from a sack there
There is no distress in the tower
Oh, but I got one for you
She ain't no English rose
Belladonna's in the jungle
About a long gone Irish girl
Upon a time he could have made her, made her
He get his money in a tin dish
Oh, belladonna walks
Upon a truck there's a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
Victoriana's old clothes
About a long gone Irish girl
Her gloves they got no fingers
But she is no garden flower
And then she get the reggae rumble
She sees a man upon his back there
She ain't no English rose
She gonna travel light now
My portobello belle
She got to tear up all her roots now
She thinks she's tough
He's seen enough and he knows
And the stalls are just the side shows
And a parakeet is squawking
Belladonna taking a stroll
She got the turn up on the boots now
Oh, but I got one for you
Portobello belle
Yes, and she sing a song
Oh, but she don't care about your window box
Yeah, she thinks she's tough
