With a donkey on my shoulder,
And a jackal on my back,
I'll carry these, my children,

Keep them safe from attack

The donkey makes it hard to dance, the jackal sings too loud

The donkey cries when it's alone, and the jackal is too proud

Little donkey is getting restless,

Getting heavier as it grows
And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
Keeps biting at my nose


I would have a lover,
A husband, and a child

But the donkey is too jealous,
And the jackal is too wild


It's too wild

You ask me why I keep them,

Why I love them so,
Why they get away with murder,
As they grow and grow and grow, oh


I keep them cos I made them,
They come from in my loins

With each mistake I make
Creative, and torn apart


And when it's time to feed them,
Before they go to bed,
I give them my confessions,

Baked within their bread

Little donkey is getting restless,

Getting heavier as it grows
And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
Keeps biting at my nose


Little donkey is getting restless,
Getting heavier as it grows

And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
Keeps biting at my nose