The Hairbrush Song - VeggieTales

Oh, where is my hairbrush?

Oh, where is my hairbrush?

Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh,

where, oh, where…

Is my hairbrush?

Having heard his cry, Pa Grape enters the scene. Shocked and slightly

embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel, Pa regains his composure and

reports…

I think I saw a hairbrush back there!

Back there is my hairbrush

Back there is my hairbrush

Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back there,

back there, back there… is my hairbrush

Having heard his joyous proclamation, Junior Asparagus enters the scene.

Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel,

Junior regains his composure and comments…

Why do you need a hairbrush? You don’t have any hair!

Larry is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to him. No hair?

What would this mean? What will become of him? What will become of his

hairbrush? Larry wonders…

No hair for my hairbrush

No hair for my hairbrush

No hair, no hair, no where, no hair, no hair, no hair, no where, back there,

no hair…

For my hairbrush

Having heard his wonderings, Bob the Tomato enters the scene. Shocked and

slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry in a towel, Bob regains his

composure and confesses…

Larry, that old hairbrush of yours…

Well, you never use it, you don’t really need it, so…

Well, I’m sorry … I didn’t know

But I gave it to the Peach — 'cause he’s got hair!

Feeling a deep sense of loss, Larry stumbles back and laments…

Not fair, oh, my hairbrush

Not fair, my poor hairbrush!

Not fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair, not fair,

not fair! My little hairbrush!

Having heard his lament, the Peach enters the scene. Himself in a towel,

both Larry and the Peach are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of

each other. But recognizing Larry’s generosity, the Peach is thankful…

Thanks for the hairbrush

Yes, good has been done here. The Peach exits the scene. Larry smiles, but,

still feeling an emotional attachment for the hairbrush, calls out…

Take care of my hairbrush

Take care, oh my hairbrush

Take care, take care, don’t dare not care, take care, nice hair, no fair,

take care, take care…

Of my hairbrush

The end!