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H.R. Pufnstuf, who's your friend when things get rough? H.R. Pufnstuf, can't do a little, 'cause you 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 Vroom 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 The boat sailed on and on and on and on But Pufnstuf was watching, too And knew exactly what to do He saw the witch's boat attack And how the boy was fighting back Letras de cancionesHe called his Rescue Racer Crew As often they'd rehearsed And off to save the boy they flew But who would get there first? 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 you can't do enough From Letras Mania