Donkey Kosh
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 loudThe donkey cries when it's alone, and the jackal is too proud
Little donkey is getting restless,Getting heavier as it growsAnd the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,Keeps biting at my nose
I would have a lover,A husband, and a childBut 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 loinsWith each mistake I makeCreative, 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 growsAnd the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,Keeps biting at my nose
Little donkey is getting restless,Getting heavier as it growsAnd the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,Keeps biting at my nose