文本歌词

Mushnik & Son - West End Orchestra & Singers
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