[Intro] A little-known fact you might not know, Donkeys are liars, it’s all a show. They got so famous, they just want more, All thanks to that bastard Eeyore! [Chorus] Donkeys are liars, especially Eeyore, cheeky and sneaky! Lazy wankers, they're so freaky! They crave fame, love, and emotional support, But deep down, they’re lazy—lying, of course! That noise they make, yeah, what’s it called? A bray? Hee-haw, hee-haw—they’re laughing, you’re appalled! [Verse 1] Donkeys lie, those big sad eyes, Pulling faces, playing for your graces. “Oh, look at me, I’m sad and tired!” Don’t fall for it—they’re all wired! These donkey bastards can’t be trusted, That’s right, Eeyore, now you’re busted! Woe-is-me expressions, fishing for pity, But behind it all, they’re just plain shitty! [Chorus] Donkeys are liars, especially Eeyore, cheeky and sneaky! Lazy wankers, they're so freaky! They crave fame, love, and emotional support, But deep down, they’re lazy—lying, of course! That noise they make, yeah, what’s it called? A bray? Hee-haw, hee-haw—they’re laughing, you’re appalled! [Verse 2] They’ve been lying forever, why do they try? Let’s figure it out—come on, ask why! To get famous, to land in a book, Mopey little jerks—let’s take a look: Well done, Eeyore, now you’re a star, Hanging with Pooh and the rest of the bizarre. Playing depressed, dragging ass through the mud, Your big break? Riding the “woe-is-me” flood. [Chorus] Donkeys are liars, especially Eeyore, cheeky and sneaky! Lazy wankers, they're so freaky! They crave fame, love, and emotional support, But deep down, they’re lazy—lying, of course! That noise they make, yeah, what’s it called? A bray? Hee-haw, hee-haw—they’re laughing, you’re appalled! [Bridge] They won’t carry kids, not to the sea or the beach, Too famous now—ain’t that a reach? "Not me, mate," says Eeyore the leech, Sucking fame dry like a public speech. So don’t believe ‘em, they’re all liars! And hey, I’m joking—it’s all satire! [Chorus] Donkeys are liars, especially Eeyore, cheeky and sneaky! Lazy wankers, they're so freaky! They crave fame, love, and emotional support, But deep down, they’re lazy—lying, of course! That noise they make, yeah, what’s it called? A bray? Hee-haw, hee-haw—they’re laughing, you’re appalled! [Outro] So next time you see one, remember this song, Their lazy schemes have been going too long. Eeyore, mate, your game’s exposed, You’re not sad—you’re just overly composed!
