Mushnik & Son
He'll think about it? He'll think about it?
I don't like that guy, the way he talks to Audrey
Got in himmel, no, the kid just said he'd mull it over!
No wonder she looks so unhealthy
It's enough to make you sick
If he left me
If Seymour left me
Why then I'd be right back where I started which was broke and starving
Sweet and good and beautiful as she is
She deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like him!
Close to bankrupt
What a louse
Beset, befuddled, and bereft
That's what I'd be if Seymour left
He's a disgrace to the dental profession
Seymour!
Sir?
Seymour?
How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own adopted boy?
I never liked him much before
But count the cash that's in the drawer
I've got no choice
I'm much too poor, say yes
What for?
Seymour, I want to be your dad
I want to see you climbing up my family tree
I used to think you left a stench
But now I see that you're a mench
So, I'm proposing be my son!
Mushnik and Son, sounds great?
Three words with the ring of fate
So, say you'll incorporate with me
A florist's dream come true
Mushnik and his boychik, you
What business we'll do for F.T.D
How 'bout it, Seymour? Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll have my lawyer on the phone!
Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash
You always said that I was trash
Oh, I was joking!
Sir, I'm choking!
Excuse the physical expression of my pride
Of the sweet paternal mishegoss
I've held hands up inside!
Gee
Go?
Well
Well?
I?
You!
Go ahead and say it, Seymour
What, tell me that you will
Gee, I'd really like to, but
I'll hold my breath until
Okay... you win... I'll be your son!
Hooray, I win! He'll be my son!
Draw up the papers, dad, I'm touched, I really am
And someday when you're old and grey
I'll never have you put away
You swear?
I promise!
What a son!
Mushnik and Son, that's that!
Officially, I'm your brat!
Consider the matter closed and done
Now, to the world, let's stick
Our senior and Junior shtick
Through thin and through thick
Through sloppy and slick
So come kiss me quick!
Please don't make me sick
Mushnik and Son
I don't like that guy, the way he talks to Audrey
Got in himmel, no, the kid just said he'd mull it over!
No wonder she looks so unhealthy
It's enough to make you sick
If he left me
If Seymour left me
Why then I'd be right back where I started which was broke and starving
Sweet and good and beautiful as she is
She deserves a prince, not a sadistic creep like him!
Close to bankrupt
What a louse
Beset, befuddled, and bereft
That's what I'd be if Seymour left
He's a disgrace to the dental profession
Seymour!
Sir?
Seymour?
How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own adopted boy?
I never liked him much before
But count the cash that's in the drawer
I've got no choice
I'm much too poor, say yes
What for?
Seymour, I want to be your dad
I want to see you climbing up my family tree
I used to think you left a stench
But now I see that you're a mench
So, I'm proposing be my son!
Mushnik and Son, sounds great?
Three words with the ring of fate
So, say you'll incorporate with me
A florist's dream come true
Mushnik and his boychik, you
What business we'll do for F.T.D
How 'bout it, Seymour? Be my son!
Just say the word, I'll have my lawyer on the phone!
Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash
You always said that I was trash
Oh, I was joking!
Sir, I'm choking!
Excuse the physical expression of my pride
Of the sweet paternal mishegoss
I've held hands up inside!
Gee
Go?
Well
Well?
I?
You!
Go ahead and say it, Seymour
What, tell me that you will
Gee, I'd really like to, but
I'll hold my breath until
Okay... you win... I'll be your son!
Hooray, I win! He'll be my son!
Draw up the papers, dad, I'm touched, I really am
And someday when you're old and grey
I'll never have you put away
You swear?
I promise!
What a son!
Mushnik and Son, that's that!
Officially, I'm your brat!
Consider the matter closed and done
Now, to the world, let's stick
Our senior and Junior shtick
Through thin and through thick
Through sloppy and slick
So come kiss me quick!
Please don't make me sick
Mushnik and Son
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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