Sons
I need sons
Princes
Why not kings?
Alone I can do just so much
I can go just so far

But with sons
Sons extend a man′s vision
Sons extend a man's reach
Sons expand a man′s kingdom
Lord, I humbly beseech
Give me one little son to enjoy

It's a boy!

It's a boy!
Sons refresh a man′s purpose
Sons renew a man′s hope
Sons increase a man's chances
As they broaden his scope
Frankly, two would be better than one

It′s a son!

It's a son!
Oh, Lord on high
You′ve heard my plea
And now I'll try for three!

It′s a he!

So I see!
It's a boy!
Sons extend a man's impact
Sons extend a man′s drive
Sons are natural allies
I could use at least five
There are walls to destroy
And I′ve scarcely begun
But, with sons to deploy
There's a world to be won

It′s a son!

It's a son!
Gutele, I′ve decided it's time
Today, the boys go to work

Sons grow up to be partners
Sons grow up to be heirs
Why should strangers inherit
What′s not rightfully theirs?
I have been blessed with gold
Four sons!
To shape and mold
Amshel!

Yes, Papa

Amshel, today you go to work in the shop

Yes, Papa

Amshel
What I'm about to tell you
You must engrave on your memory
Pay attention

Rothschild's aim is to serve our customers
Cordial service is Rothschild′s aim
We work hard to deserve our customers
Proud of carrying the Rothschild name
Amshel! (Yes, Papa?)
I want you to memorize that!

Solomon! (Yes, Papa)
Solomon, I want you to be wise
Like your namesake (yes, Papa)
But not too smart, eh?

If any patron ever shows me you′ve been cheating
You'll get a beating
You won′t forget it
Remember always that you bear the name of Rothschild
Don't ever let it down

Amshel, put away that toy
Did you memorize what I told you?

Rothschild′s aim is to serve our customers (Stand up straight)
Cordial service is Rothschild's aim (Solomon?)
We work hard to deserve our customers (If any patron ever shows you I′ve been cheating)
Proud of carrying the Rothschild name (I'll get a beating I won't forget it)
(I will remember that I bear the name of Rothschild)
(I′ll never let it down)

Good
See that you don′t forget it
Nathan! (Yes, Papa)
Nathan, you are very bright (thank you, Papa!)
You're zealous! (Thank you, Papa!)
You′re headstrong (thank you, Papa)
You don't listen (I know, Papa)
You′re impatient (yes, Papa)
So listen (yes, Papa)

When a shopper says she (When a shopper says)
Nathan! Just listen

When a shopper says she simply can't decide
Be polite
Be discreet
Here is good advice to serve you as a guide
Too much heat will scorch the meat

Eh?
Yes, Papa!
All right
Now repeat what I′ve just said

When a shopper says she simply can't decide
Don't give up
Don′t retreat
This is good advice to serve me as a guide
They don′t buy and we don't eat

That′s good enough

Rothschild's aim is to serve our customers
You′ll get a beating
And we don't eat

Jacob
I′m afraid you're too young
Run along and help your mama

But, Papa, I'm old enough!
Please let me work in the shop!
Jacob!

I know my songs
And how to write ′em
I know the price
Of every item
I know who buys
And who just lingers
And who walks out
With sticky fingers

Very good, Jacob (very good, Jacob)
Nathan!
Jacob, you may join your brothers
Thank you, Papa!

Boys? Eh?
I know my song (When a shopper says)
And how to write ′em (she simply can't decide) (ever shows you I′ve been cheating)
I know the price (don't give up) (I′ll get a beating)
Of every item (don't retreat) (I won′t forget it)
I know who buys (this is good advice) (I will remember that I)
And who just lingers (to serve me as a guide) (bear the name of Rothschild)
And who walks out (they don't buy) (I'll never let it down)
With sticky fingers (and we don′t eat) (the Rothschild name)

Very good!
Boys, to work!

I know my songs (When a shopper says she) (if a customer ever)
And how to write ′em (simply can't decide) (shows you I′ve been cheating)
I know the price (don't give up) (I′ll get a beating)
Of every item (don't retreat) (I won′t forget it)
I know who buys (this is good advice to) (I will remember that I)

Sons extend a man's impact
Sons extend a man's drive
Sons are natural allies
I could use at least five
There are walls to destroy
And I′ve scarcely begun
But with sons to deploy
There′s a world to be won!

Eh?

It's a son!

It′s a son!

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