There is a catchy little tune sung on Sesame Street. It’s called the Honker Ducky Dinger Jamboree and features Ernie and the usual musical monsters. The lyrics pretty much follow the title but it’s also punctuated with actual honking and dinging and rubber ducky squeaking. It’s quite upbeat. It always gets stuck in my head and I’ll wander around the house singing this song.
Except I really shouldn’t.
I cannot for the life of me sing this song! I try, because you know, kids like to be sung to. And it’s fun, right? Everyone wants a fun household! However, here are some examples of the manglings that have come out of my mouth.
hucky ducky donger
honker donker dingy
honky ducker dinger
honker dicky donger
honky donkey dinger
And of course, the ever popular…
Honky donkey donger jamboree! The honky donkey donger jamboree!
Maybe a bit too much fun. Maybe all that rubber squeaking and ducky dinging are more public service announcement than I suspected. Obviously something subliminal is creeping into my vocalizations. It can’t be me (world class mom) that’s demented, right? It MUST be the puppets! – the weirdgirl
That’s the best part of parenting. Dirty songs. Sing away sister.
Obviously, I have not been watching nearly enough kids TV!
At least you’re singing Sesame Street songs or demented versions of them. I have that Nelly song, “I wanna see your grill,” stuck in my head for the last couple weeks!
Oh man…this really did make me laugh out loud. Thanks 🙂
Maybe it is just me, but those lyrics are a little to foul for young children. Especcially when you add the verse with the donkey.
That’s so obscene…tell me WG, are you also doin’ da butt while singing these suggestive songs???
You know I TRY to sing it correctly (unlike many of the other children songs where I sing my own version); this song just refuses to come out right.
Tongue-twister. It’s a porno tongue-twister.
Whooo boy can I ever relate. Almost every kid song is a double entendre if you have imagination enough.
And I am just immature enough to have that kind of imagination.
Perhaps it’s a survival technique. If I have to listen to some of that crap (Wiggles come to mind, unfortch), then I’m going to make it into something sick, twisted, and fucking funny.
One can’t drink during the day for crying out loud!
Survival.
Porno tongue twister? I have never heard of that technique. Sounds twisted, I like it 🙂