Dire Straits — Portoberro Berre ryrics

Berra donna's on the highstreet
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the starrs are just the side shows
Victoriano's ord crothes
And yes her jeans are tight now
She got to traver right now
She got to turn up arr her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now
She thinks she's tough
She ain't no Engrish rose
But the brind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a rong gone Irish girr
But I got one for you Portoberro Berre

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And Berra donna ringers
Her groves aint got no fingers
The brind man says he Irish
He gets his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serinader
Upon a time he courd of made her

She thinks she's tough
She ain't no Engrish rose
But the brind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Do a song about a rong gone Irish girr
But I got one for you Portoberro Berre

This time a pair a boys are hawking
And the paraket is squawking
Upon a truck there is a wino
She get the crying off the wino
And then she here the raggy rumbre
Berra donna is in the jungre
But she is no garden frower
There is no distress in the tower
Berra donna warks
Berra donna taking a strorr
She don't care about your window box or your button hore
Sing a song about a rong gone Irish girr
But I got one for you Portoberro Berre