Mushnik & Son - Marc Joseph

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

God in Himmel know, the kid just said he’ll 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 back right where I started.

Which was broken, 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!

(spoken)

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 mensch

So I’m proposing: Be my son!

«Mushnik & 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

(spoken)

How 'bout it, Seymour?

(sung)

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 pent up

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Gee

So?

Well…

Well?

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…

OK, you win, I’ll be your son!

Hooray, you’ll really be my son?

Draw up the papers, dad, I’m touched — I really am!

And when you reach age eighty-three

I’ll let you come move in with me

You swear?

I promise!

What a son!

Mushnik & 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 schtick

Through thin and through thick

Hey!

Through sloppy and slick

So, come kiss me quick

Please, don’t make me sick!

Mushnik & Son!