Mark Knopfler - Portobello Belle Lyrics
Bella donnas on the high streetHer breasts upon the off beatAnd the stalls are just the side showsVictorianas old clothesAnd yes her jeans are tight nowShe gotta travel light nowShes gotta tear up all her roots nowShe got a turn up for the boots nowYeah she thinks shes toughShe aint no english roseBut the blind singerHes seen enough and he knowsYes and he do a songAbout a long gone irish girlAh but I got one for you portobello belleShe sees a man upon his back thereEscaping from a sack thereAnd bella donna lingersHer gloves they got no fingersYeah, the blind man singing irishHe get his money in a tin dishJust a corner serenaderUpon a time he could have made her, made herYeah, she thinks shes toughShe aint no english roseAh, but the blind singerHes seen enough and he knowsYes and do a songAbout a long gone irish girlAh but I got one for you portobello belleYes and the barrow boys are hawkingAnd a parakeet is squawkingUpon a truck there is a rhinoShe get the crying of a winoAnd then she hear the reggae rumbleBella donnas in the jungleBut she is no garden flowerThere is no distress in the towerOh, bella donna walksBella donna taking a strollBut she dont care about your window boxOr your button holeYes and she sing a song about a long gone irish girlAh but I got one for you portobello belle
