Sancho: That's easy to explain. It's because... a... 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 cuckoonuts have been In season!
But there is 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: 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 as a scolded chicken! I like him!
Don't ask me for a 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'll yell to the sky Though I can't tell you why That I... like... him!