Mushnik and Son

[MR. MUSHNIK]Hell think about it
Hell think about it!
[SEYMOUR]I dont like that guy, Mr. Mushnik,
and you should hear the way he talks to Audrey
[ MR. MUSHNIK]God in Himmel know,
the kid just said hell mull it over
[SEYMOUR]No wonder she looks so unhealthy.
Its enough to make you sick!
[MR. MUSHNIK ]If he left me, if Seymour left me,
why then Id be back right where I started.
Which was broken, starving...
[SEYMOUR]Sweet and good and beautiful as she is. ..
she deserves a prince,
not a sadistic creep like him!
[MR. MUSHNIK]...close to bankrupt...
[SEYMOUR]What a louse!
[MR. MUSHNIK]...beset, befuddled, and bereft!
Thats what Id be if Seymour left
[SEYMOUR]Hes a disgrace to the dental profession
[MR. MUSHNIK]Seymour!
[SEYMOUR]Sir?
[MR. MUSHNIK]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 thats in the drawer
Ive got no choice! Im much too poor!
Say yes
[SEYMOUR]What for?
[MR. MUSHNIK]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 youre a mensch
So Im proposing: Be my son!
'Mushnik & Son' sounds great
Three words with the ring of fate
So say youll incorporate with me
A florists dream come true
Mushnik and his boychik - you!
What business well do for F. T. D
How bout it, Seymour?
Be my son
Just say the word, Ill have my lawyer on the phone
[SEYMOUR]Now, Mr. Mushnik, dont be rash
You always said that I was trash
[MR. MUSHNIK]Oh , I was joking!
[SEYMOUR]Sir, Im choking!
[MR. MUSHNIK]Excuse the physical expression of my pride
Of the sweet paternal mishegoss
Ive held pent up inside-yi- yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
[SEYMOUR]Gee
[MR. MUSHNIK]So?
[SEYMOUR]Well...
[MR. MUSHNIK]Well?
[SEYMOUR]I...
[MR. MUSHNIK]You?
Go ahead and say it, Seymour , tell me that you will
[SEYMOUR]Gee, Id really like to, but...
[MR. MUSHNIK]Ill hold my breath until...
[SEYMOUR]OK, you win, Ill be your son!
[MR. MUSHNIK]Hooray, youll really be my son?
[SEYMOUR]Draw up the papers, dad, Im touched - I really am!
And when you reach age eighty -three
Ill let you come move in with me
[MR. MUSHNIK]You swear?
[SEYMOUR]I promise!
[MR. MUSHNIK]What a son!
[MR . MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Mushnik & Son!
Thats that
[SEYMOUR]Officially Im your brat
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Consider the matter closed and done
Now to the world, lets stick
Our senior-and-junior schtick
Through thin and through thick
[MR. MUSHNIK]Hey!
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Through sloppy and slick
[SEYMOUR]So, come kiss me quick
[MR. MUSHNIK]Please, dont make me sick!
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Mushnik & Son!