We like the Muppets. We saw the movie on opening afternoon -- Abby's birthday. It was a celebration of sorts. Then three weeks later Dan ended up in the ICU with the same condition that killed Muppets creator Jim Henson. That's just a weird random fact.
The point of this story, or blog post is really how kids (and sometimes adults. OK. Fine. Me.)... It's interesting how kids and myself sing our own made-up lyrics when we don't really hear or understand what's being sung.
Usually this is adorable, except when I'm doing this. Only Dan thinks it's adorable, and he says this exclusively because it was written into our marriage vows.
Anyway, a certain aunt from Germany bought Ryker the Muppets movie soundtrack for Christmas; Turns out to be a great family gift. We've been jamming to that thing ever since! It's definitely the kind of music that both children and adults of my generation can appreciate. In fact, it led us to semi-introduce our kids to Nirvana. (A story for another day.)
The Muppets soundtrack is what led me to google "Marconi" one day while we were in the car listening to the rock 'n' roll classic "We Built This City." Dan earnestly wanted to know who Marconi was, as in "Marconi plays the mamba." Who is this Marconi and why does he want to play the mamba so badly. So I looked it up on my iPhone. (Exactly how did we live without instant access to the world at our fingertips via 3G?)
This is what I found, and I'm quoting Wikipedia. Not because I think it's authoritative, but because it was the first thing that popped up on my search. "Marconi is often credited as the inventor of radio, and indeed he shared the 1909 Nobel Prize in Physics with Karl Ferdinand Braun 'in recognition of their contributions to the development of wireless telegraphy.'"
Geez. I felt kinda stupid after that. Of course Marconi would be playing the mamba. Why wouldn't he?
Well, quite possibly because my kids (and maybe me. OK. Me, too.) thought that "my pony" was playing the mamba. Marconi. My pony. Please tell me you see how the mistake can be made! And really that makes for a much more interesting mental image. Don't you think? Please tell me you agree. My poor delicate ego couldn't handle it any other way.
Now, you MUST share. What lyrics have you misunderstood? I mean your kids...what lyrics have your kids misunderstood? Kindly comment below so I don't feel so silly!
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Oh, there have been so many over the years. And not necessarily by the kids and/or grandkids. Some by my mom, other friends, other friends' moms. :-) Here goes:
Jen once asked me what an "ami" was when she heard the lyrics from a country song in the late 70's or early 80's asking "what were you doing in Miami?"
A friend's mom (in HS) thought the lyrics "Who Wrote the Book of Love" was "who rode the milk cow now" (it's an oldie but if you listen to it, you can hear that - if you try. :-) )
Blake thought "mustang sally" was something about a "salad". I can't remember completely.
A friend thought "Staying Alive" (BeeGees) was "snake in the grass".
I could go on and on, but I won't. Just one more. Michelle, as a little girl, sang "another one fuster duster" instead of another bites the dust. :-)
That's all for now.
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