Texty

Our curtain opens as Larry, having just finished his morning bath Is searching for his hairbrush Having no success, Larry cries out 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 occured 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, oh, 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
Writer(s): Kurt Henry Heinecke, Mike Nawrocki, Lisa R. Vischer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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