Little Shop of Horrors (Broadway) soundtrack – Mushnik And Son lyrics

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 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 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 F.T.D.

How 'bout 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!)
'Scuse the physical expression of my pride,
of the sweet paternal mishegas I've held pent up in inside.

(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 *holds breath

(Ok you win I'll be your son!)
Hooray 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!

(In trouble sickness and in health)
We'll share the plant and share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer (call me 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)
Through sloppy and slick
(So come kiss me quick)
Please, don't make me sick
Mushnik and Son!