Lyrics: Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
Music: Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
[MR. MUSHNIK]He'll think about it
He'll think about it!
[SEYMOUR]I don't 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 he'll mull it over
[SEYMOUR]No wonder she looks so unhealthy.
It's enough to make you sick!
[MR. MUSHNIK]If he left me, if Seymour left me,
why then I'd 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!
That's what I'd be if Seymour left
[SEYMOUR]He's 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 that's in the drawer
I've got no choice! I'm 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 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
How 'bout it, Seymour?
Be my son
Just say the word, I'll have my lawyer on the phone
[SEYMOUR]Now, Mr. Mushnik, don't be rash
You always said that I was trash
[MR. MUSHNIK]Oh, I was joking!
[SEYMOUR]Sir, I'm choking!
[MR. MUSHNIK]Excuse the physical expression of my pride
Of the sweet paternal mishegoss
I've 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, I'd really like to, but...
[MR. MUSHNIK]I'll hold my breath until...
[SEYMOUR]OK, you win, I'll be your son!
[MR. MUSHNIK]Hooray, you'll really be my son?
[SEYMOUR]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
[MR. MUSHNIK]You swear?
[SEYMOUR]I promise!
[MR. MUSHNIK]What a son!
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Mushnik & Son!
That's that
[SEYMOUR]Officially I'm your brat
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Consider the matter closed and done
Now to the world, let's 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, don't make me sick!
[MR. MUSHNIK & SEYMOUR]Mushnik & Son!