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!