Nyah, nyah!

You can’t stick in my head what isn’t already floating around there, and though I am saddled with at least the refrain of the H.R. Pufnstuf theme, I have no memory of the Banana Splits theme whatsoever . . . despite the fact that I’m pretty sure I once had the 45 from the back of a cereal box. Just no memory at all.

Pufnstuf is particularly annoying because I don’t even think I watched the thing. In those dark days for children’s entertainment, when the only programming for children aired on Saturday mornings (and one channel had cartoons on Sunday, opposite all the church programming that used to fill up Sundays), Sid and Marty Krofft were at least something different. I sometimes watched “Sigmund and the Sea Monsters” because for some reason I liked Johnny Whitaker, but the only Krofft show I really watched was “The Bugaloos,” because I was a pre-teen boy, and The Bugaloos had Joy, who was cute as a button. (A quick scan of fansites reminds me that Martha Raye once tied Joy to a turntable, an odd combination of rock and bondage that hasn’t been matched to this day.) Luckily, no Bugaloos theme song comes to mind, and I’m not going looking for one.