Joan Diener feat. Irving Jacobson - I Really Like Him Lyrics

Why do you follow him?

That's easy to explain, it's because...
Because...

Why?

(*sung*)
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 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?
Ooo, 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 yell to the sky,
Though I can't tell you why,
That I
Like
Him!