Robert B. Sherman - Portobello Road lyrics

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 Portabello Road You'll find what you want in the Portabello Road Rare alabaster, genuine plaster A filigreed samovar owned by the czars A pen used by Shelley, a new Botticelli The snipper that clipped old King Edward's cigars Waterford Crystals, Napoleon's pistols Society heirlooms with genuine gems Rembrants, El Grecos, Toulouse-Letrecos! 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 Portabello Road You'll meet all your chums in the Portobello Road There's pure inspiration in every creation No cheap imitation, not here in me store With garments as such 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 shown A lady will always feel dressed a la mode In frillies she finds in the Portobello road Burkes Peerage, The Bride Book The Fish Monger's Guide Book 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