Portobello Road [From Bedknobs and Broomsticks]

Portobello Road, Portobello Road Street where the riches of ages are stowed Anything and everything a chap can unload Is sold off the barrow in Portobello road You’ll find what you want in the Portobello road Rare alabaster? Genuine plaster! A filigreed samovar owned by the czars A pen used by Shelley? A new Boticelli? The snipper that clipped old King Edward’s cigars? Waterford Crystals? Napoleon’s pistols? Society heirlooms with genuine gems Rembrandts! El Greco’s! Toulouse-Lautrec’os! Painted last week on the banks of the Thames Portobello Road, Portobello Road Street where the riches of ages are stowed Anything and everything a chap can unload Is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road You’ll meet all your chums in the Portobello Road There’s pure inspiration in every creation No cheap imitations, not here in me store With garments as such as was owned by a Duchess Just once at some royal occasion of yore In Portobello Road, Portobello Road The fancies and fineries of ages are showed A lady will always feel dressed a la mode In frillies she finds in the Portobello road Burke’s Peerage, The Bride Book, The Fishmonger’s Guidebook A Victorian novel, The Unwanted Son The History of Potting, The Yearbook of Yachting The leather-bound Life of Attila the Hun Portobello Road, Portobello Road Street where the riches of ages are stowed Artifacts to glorify our regal abode Are hidden in the flotsam in Portobello Road You'll find what you want in the Portobello Road Tokens and treasures, yesterday’s pleasures Cheap imitations of heirlooms of old Dented and tarnished, scarred and unvarnished In old Portobello they’re bought and they’re sold Portobello Road, Portobello Road Street where the riches of ages are stowed Artifacts to glorify our regal abode Are hidden in the flotsam in Portobello Road You’ll find what you want in the Portobello Road