I'm not no red football
To be kicked around the garden,
No, no.
I'm a red christmas-tree ball,
And I'm fragile.
I'm not no animal,
Though I am to you.
I'm not no crocodile
Like the one in dublin zoo
Who lived in a cage the length and breadth of his body,
With a window which people could look through,
And throw coins on his back to taunt him,
'Though he couldn't move,
Even if he wanted to.
I'm not no animal in the zoo.
I'm not no whipping boy for you.
You may not treat me like you do
I'm not no animal in the zoo.
My skin is not a football for you.
My head is not a football for you.
My body's not a football for you.
My womb is not a football for you.
My heart is not a football for you.
I'm not no animal in the zoo
This animal will jump up and eat you.
I'm not no animal in the zoo.
And I've every intention
Of leaping up and getting you
