If you're living outside of the law
Run to your hole-in-the-wall
Bohemian hideout, a smugglers' inn
Find safety and refuge within

Strangers' bazzar
Doesn't matter who you are. there's a melting
Pot of lunatic fringe
Seething with sedition
Annointed with wisdom

The streets of portobello's extremes
If voting could change things
They'd make it illegal
Truth is the sword of us all
Insane are the normal
Musicians and outlaws
The artists and rasta and dreams, dreams, dreams

We gotta go... portobello
Yeah, you gotta go... portobello
You gotta go, we gotta go
I gotta go... portobello