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

It doesn't make any sense!

SANCHO

That's because you're not a squire.

ALDONZA

All right, I'm not a squire. ]

Now does a squire squire?

SANCHO

Well, I ride behind him... and he fights.

Then I pick him up off the ground, and...

ALDONZA

But, what do you get out of it?

SANCHO

What do I get? Oh! Why, already I've gotten...

I've gotten...

ALDONZA

You've got 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!