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)
Don`t make me sick just be my son
Muchnik 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.
Like Andy Hardy and the Judge
Like Zeus and Mercury
Like Dumas Fils and Pere
(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
Through kiss and through kick
Mushnik and Son!