「歌曲」The Four Jacks - The Donkey Serenade

There's a song in the air, but the fair senorita doesn't seem to care for the song in the air. So I'll sing to the mule, if you're sure she won't think that I am just a fool, singing to the mule.

I'm under a spell of the gypsy moon, but there's no one to share the rapture of the tune. So I'll serenade the donkey, if you're sure that he won't bray, that he won't bray.

There are eyes that you see in the dark, eyes that look into your soul and start to spark. But the eyes of the donkey are the eyes that I adore, so I'll sing once more.

I'm singing to the donkey, a serenade for him alone. I'm singing to the donkey, because I'd rather sing than moan. I'm singing to the donkey, a serenade that's slightly cracked. I'm singing to the donkey, and I hope he'll answer back.

I'm singing to the donkey, a serenade for him alone. I'm singing to the donkey, because I'd rather sing than moan. I'm singing to the donkey, a serenade that's slightly cracked. I'm singing to the donkey, and I hope he'll answer back.