I Really Like Him

[SANCHO]
I like him
I really like him
Tear out my fingernails one by one, I like him!

I don't have
A very good reason
Since I've been with him cuckoo-nuts have been in season

But there's nothing I can do
Chop me up for onion stew
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I like him!

[ALDONZA, spoken]
It doesn't make any sense.

[SANCHO, spoken]
That's because you're not a squire.

[ALDONZA, spoken]
All right, I'm not a squire. How does a squire squire?

[SANCHO, spoken]
Well, I ride behind him, and he fights. Then, I pick him up off the ground and—

[ALDONZA, spoken]
But what do you get out of it?

[SANCHO, spoken]
What do I get?
Oh, why already I've gotten—
I've gotten—

[ALDONZA, spoken]
You've gotten nothing!
Why do you do it?

[SANCHO]
I like him
I really like him
Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken, I like him!

Don't ask me
For why or wherefore
'Cause I don't have a single good "Because" or "Therefore"

You can barbecue my nose
Make a giblet of my toes
Make me freeze, make me fry
Make me sigh, make me cry
Still I'll yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I like him!