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

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