Sancho Panza, this is me. I'm your Sancho
Panza. I get along, I know my ground. With me
Around, there's room for you to be amazing

I'm the one they don't remember. Were you in
Our school? they say. I get asked about my name
Again Panza, Panza, Panza

Around the boulevards we walk, the sun is
Always on your face, and I am always in your
Shade, and I am always the funny one. How I
Hate being the funny one, I never chose to be
Her, it strikes me as unfair

And people at our feet to be with us. Such a small
Comfort l'm so used to this it turned me creative