"Mushnik & Son"
He'll think about it? He'll think about it!
I don't like that guy, Mr. Mushnik. And you should hear the way he talks
to Audrey!
He got to him oh 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!
He said, 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 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 FTD
How about it Seymour be my son
Just say the word I'll get 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 mishigas I've held pent up inside
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gee
So
Well
Well
I
You
Go ahead and say it Seymour
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
Hurray I win he'll be my son
Draw up the papers Dad I'm touched I really am
And when you reach age 83 I'll let you come move in with me
You swear
I promise
What a son
Giddy up Daddy, giddy up Daddy, giddy up Daddy!
In trouble, sickness, and in health
We'll share the planet, share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer
Call me son
Son
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, hey
Through sloppy and slick
So come kiss me quick
Please don't make me sick
Mushnik and son
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