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