A Little Gossip Songtext
von Irving Jacobson

A little gossip, a little chat
A little idle 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 Teresa beat me
But the blows fell very lightly 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 knack


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...

A little gossip, a little chat
A little idle 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 every day
Why, when I′m asleep a dragon with his fiery tongue a-waggin'
Whispers, "Sancho, won′t you please come out and play?"