[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 yell to the sky, though I can't tell you why
That I like him
[Aldonza]
But what do you get out of it?
[Sancho]
What do I get?
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 skull-dead 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 yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I
Like
Him!