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