H.R. Pufnstuf
Who's your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
Once upon a summertime, just a dream from yesterday
A boy and his magic golden flute heard a boat from off the bay
Come and play with me, Jimmy, come and play with me
And I will take you on a trip far across the sea
But the boat belonged to a kooky old witch
Who had in mind the flute to snitch
From her broom broom in the sky
She watched her plans materialize
She waved her wand, the beautiful boat was gone
The sky grew dark, the sea grew rough
And the boat sailed on
And on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on...
H.R. Pufnstuf
Who's your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
But Pufnstuf was watching too and knew exactly what to do
He saw the witch's boat attack and as the boy was fighting back
He called his rescue racer crew as often they'd rehearsed
And off to save the boy they flew but... who would get there first!
H.R. Pufnstuf
Who's your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
But now the boy had washed ashore
Puf arrived to save the day
Which made the witch so mad and sore
She shook her fist and screamed away
H.R. Pufnstuf
Who's your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Who's your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf
Can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
He can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough
He can't do a little 'cause he can't do enough!
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