Man of La Mancha I Really Like Him Lyrics Man Of La Mancha lyrics

Why do you follow him?
That's easy to explain
It's because, because
Why?

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

But what do you get out of it?
What do I get?

Oh, why, already I've gotten, I've gotten
You've got nothing, why do you do it?

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