Narrator: Now it’s time for silly songs with Jack-Evan…The part of the post where Jack-Evan comes out and sings a silly song.
Our curtain opens as Jack-Evan, who is fast approaching his 1 year birthday mark
(and has never seen scissors in his life),
is searching for his hairbrush.
Having no success, Jack-Evan suddenly cries out…
Oh where…is my hairbrush?
Oh WHERREE… is my hairbrush?
oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh,
where, oh, where oh, where … is my hairbrush?
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Narrator: “Having heard his cry, Papa enters the scene.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Jack-Evan’s long tangled mop,
Papa regains his composure and reports …”
Papa: I think I saw your 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?!
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Narrator: “Having heard his joyous proclamation, Grammy enters the scene.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Jack-Evan’s wet head,
Grammy regains her composure and comments …”
Grammy: “Why do you need a hairbrush? You don’t have any hair!”
Narrator: “Jack-Evan 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?
Jack-Evan 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.
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Narrator: “Having heard his wonderings, Dada enters
the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of
Jack-Evan’s freshly cut hair, Dada regains his composure and confesses …”
Dada: “Jack-Evan, that old hairbrush of yours …
Well, you never used it, and you don’t really need it anymore.
So, well, I’m sorry … I didn’t know.
But
I gave it to your Mama – ’cause she’s got hair!”
Narrator: “Feeling a deep sense of loss,
Jack-Evan 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!
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Narrator: “Having heard his lament, Mama enters the scene.
Having for herself, her own long tangled mop of hair, both Jack-Evan and
Mama are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of each other.
But recognizing Jack-Evan’s generosity, the Mama is thankful …”
Mama: Thanks for the hairbrush.
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Narrator: “Yes, good has been done here.
Jack-Evan 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.
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Narrator: The end.
(P.S. Only the tips of the hair was harmed in the making of this post)
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(P.S.S. For the original version of this song ,
“Oh Where is my Hairbrush”
from the VeggieTales, and to hear the tune
so you too can have it stuck in your head the rest of the week,
play this classic video below!)
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Isn’t life grand?
