Since Sunday, I’ve had Muppets on the brain. “Ma nah ma nah,” I say in a friendly way to my husband when he comes home from work. “Doo doo doo doo doo,” I yell when he stands in front of the TV.
All the big stars used to do The Muppet Show. Having reviewed many clips on YouTube, I’m not convinced this show was ever meant for children. Here is Debbie Harry, wearing what can only be described as a purple “outfit,” singing her song about a male hoor with a bunch of Muppets.
Here’s Debbie, now in orange, singing her song about stalking:
Here she is, barely dressed, singing a sweet interspecies duet with Kermit.
Don’t you just dig songs about rainbows? I do! Debbie and I have so much in common. We should hang out! C’mon, peeps, let’s go stand in front of Debbie’s house for a few hours. One way or another, I’m gonna get her! I’ll get her! I’ll get her get her get her get her! Dang, she’s called the police. You guys, RUN!!! I’ll handle this. “But, Officer, she said I could call her, call her anytime!”