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