| With a donkey on my shoulder
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| And a jackal on my back
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| I’ll carry these, my children,
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| Keep them safe from attack
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| The donkey makes it hard to dance
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| And the jackal sings too loud
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| Little donkey’s getting restless,
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| Getting heavier as it grows
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| And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
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| Keeps biting at my nose
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| I would have a lover
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| A husband and a child
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| But the donkey is too jealous
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| And the jackal is too wild
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| Oh, is too wild
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| You ask me why I keep them, oh
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| Why I love them so
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| Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow and grow
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| You ask me why I keep them, oh, oh
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| Why I love them so
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| Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow
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| I keep them 'cause I made them
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| They come from in my heart
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| With each mistake I make, created and torn apart
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| And when it’s time to feed them,
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| Before they go to bed,
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| I give them my confessions baked within their bread
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| And as they sleep,
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| Tucked up tight,
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| The donkey and the jackal, they snort and snuffle in the night.
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| Woah
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| Little donkey’s getting restless,
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| Getting heavier as it grows
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| And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
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| Keeps biting at my nose |