H.R. Pufnstuf The Murmurs

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 skies grew dark, the sea grew rough
And the boat sailed 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