Donkey Shane

Donkey, Shane, ride that donkey, Shane,
Even though it will cause you shame.

Picked my nose in the balcony.
Eat the nasal treat?
Tastes so sweet,
Can't be beat—
On the seat.

Donkey Shane, ride that donkey, Shane.
Grab a hold of its mangy mane.

You might fall; you've got no saddle.
You're nattily dressed,
Town's a mess,
Muddy cess',
Cloacal.*

Donkey, Shane, ride that donkey, Shane.
Sitting next to that muddy lane,
You can see the town's justice tree,
And that's not a vine
That you're eyein',
It's a line
For hang time.

Donkey, Shane, mind that donkey Shane!
Because it is peeing again,
On the boots that the sheriff wears.
Gives an angry glare,
Got a pair
Of hardware:
Magnums, Shane.

Dummkopf, Shane, you're such a Dummkopf, Shane—
You left your gun back on the plain.
Those Magnums that the sheriff wears?
Well, he draws the pair,
Pulls the hair
Triggers; there's
No repair.

Done for, Shane. Auf Wiedersehen. Done for, Shane.