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!