"Mushnik And Son" lyrics

[MUSHNIK:]
Seymour?

[SEYMOUR:]
Sir?

[MUSHNIK:]
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

[SEYMOUR:]
What for?

[MUSHNIK:]
Seymour, I want to be your dad
I'll gladly treat you
Like my blood and my own flesh

[SEYMOUR:]
Like Ozzie Nelson, Dave and Rick?

[MUSHNIK:]
Like Honey Fitz and take your pick

[SEYMOUR:]
Then kiss me quick, I'll be your son

[MUSHNIK:]
Don't make me sick, just be my son

[MUSHNIK, SEYMOUR:]
Mushnik & Son!

[MUSHNIK:]
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

[BOTH:]
Like Andy Hardy and the Judge
Like Zeus and Mercury
Like Dumas, fils and pere

[SEYMOUR:]
In trouble sickness and in wealth

[MUSHNIK:]
We'll share the plant and share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer

[SEYMOUR:]
Call me son

[BOTH:]
Mushnik & Son. That's that

[SEYMOUR:]
Officially I'm your brat

[MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR:]
Consider the matter closed and done
Now to the world let's stick
Our Senior and Junior shtick

[SEYMOUR:]
Through thin and through thick

[MUSHNIK:]
Through sloppy and slick

[BOTH:]
Through kiss and through kick
Mushnik & Son!