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!