Written By Les Szarvas

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 Vroom-Broom in the sky she watched her plans materialize.
She waved her wand. The beautiful boat was gone.
The skies grew dark. The sea grew rough.
And the boat sailed on and on and 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 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?
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.
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.