I Really Like Him

Aldonza:
Why do you follow him?

Sancho:
That's easy to explain. It's because... ah... because...

Aldonza:
Why?

Sancho:
(Singing)
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 cukoo-nuts have been
In season!

But there is 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:
. . .
(Singing)
I like him!
I really like him
Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken!
I like him!

Don't ask me the why or wherefore
Since I don't have a very 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!