(Bator/James)
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 goPortobello
Yeah, you gotta goPortobello
You gotta go, we gotta go, I gotta goPortobello