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