Dire Straits - Portobello Belle (Live) lyrics

Belladonna's on the high street Breast's upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes Yes, she got the skirt on tight, now She wanna travel light, now And she wanna turn up all her roots, now And she got the turn upon the boots, now She thinks he's tough, she ain't no English rose But blind singer, he's seen enough and he knows And he do a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one 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 singing Irish Get his money in a tin dish He just a corner serenader Once upon a time he could have made her He could have made her She thinks he's tough, she ain't no English rose Blind singer, he's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you, Portobello Belle Yes and these barrow boys are hawking And a Parakeet is squawking Upon a truck there is a rhino She get the crying of the wino Then she hear the reggae rumble Belladonna's in the jungle But she is no garden flower There is no distress in the tower, not at all Belladonna walks Belladonna taking a stroll She don't care about your window box Your bu*ton hole She sing a song about a long gone Irish girl But I got one for you, my Portobello Belle