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, the jackal sings too loud
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The donkey cries when it's alone, and the jackal is too proud
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Little donkey is 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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It's too wild
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You ask me why I keep them,
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Why I love them so,
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Why they get away with murder,
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As they grow and grow and grow, oh
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I keep them cos I made them,
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They come from in my loins
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With each mistake I make
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Creative, 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,
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Baked within their bread
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Little donkey is 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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Little donkey is 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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Donkey Kosh
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Florence + The Machine |