How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own
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'll gladly treat you
Like my blood and my own flesh
Like Ozzie Nelson, Dave and Rick?
Like Honey Fitz and take your pick
Then kiss me quick, I'll be your son
Dont' make me sick, just 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.
Like Andy Hardy and the Judge
Like Zeus and Mercury
Like Dumas Fils and Pere
In trouble sickness and in wealth
We'll share the plant and share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer
Call me son
Mushnik & Son, that's that
Officially I'm your brat
Consider the mnatter closed and done
Now to the world let's stick
Our Senior and Jumior shtick
Through thin and through thick
Through sloppy and slick
Through kiss and through kick
Mushnik & Son!

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