Little donkey on my shoulder,
And a jackal on my back.
I carry these, my children,
Keep them safe from attack.
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´s getting restless, getting heavier as it grows.
And the jackal is so spiteful, it´s body ate my nose.

Oh, I´d have a lover, a husband and a child,
But the donkey is too jealous,
And the jackal is too proud.

You ask me why I keep them,
And why I love them so.
Why they get away with murder,
As they grow and grow and grow and grow.
I keep them ´cos I made them,
They come from within my heart.
With each mistake I make, create and tear 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´s getting restless, getting heavier as it grows.
And the jackal is so spiteful, it´s body ate my nose