Sancho:
little gossip
little chat
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 [bad word] from here to my...

(singing)
A... little gossip
little chat
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 [bad word] out to play?