Sancho: A little gossip A little chat A little idol talk of this And that I'll tell him all The troubles I have had And since he doesn't hear At least he won't feel bad
When I first got home my wife Theresa beat me But the blows feel very littely on my back She kept missing every other stroke and crying from the heart That while I was gone she'd gone and lost the nack!
(talking) Of course I hit her back, your Grace. But she's a lot harder than I am! And you know what they say, whether the stone hits the pitcher or the pitcher hits the stone... it's going to be bad for the pitcher. So I've got bruises from here to my...
(singing) A... little gossip A little chat A little idol talk of this And that If no one listens Then it's just as well At least I won't get caught In any lies I tell
Oh I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight! And the humble joys get duller everyday Why when I'm asleep a dragon with his firey tongue a waggin' Whispers, Sancho won't you please come out to play?