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.