H.R. Pufnstuf (cartoon opening)

Up and step, push your bed when things get rough It's sharp, up and step, can't do a little cause you can't do enough Once upon a summer time, just a dream from yesterday A boy in this hanci cold and flute, heard a bolt 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 Belong to a cookie or witch who had in mind the flute to snitch Thumb her broom broom in the sky she watched her plans materialized She waved her wand, a beautiful bulb of scum The skies grew dark, the sea grew rough and the boats filled out and out

And Stup was watching too and knew exactly what to do He saw the witches bow the tack and as the boy was fighting back He called his rescue racer who was off the lane rehearsed And not to save the boy they flew But who would get there first?

But now the boy had washed ashore Up our ride to save the day Which made the witch so mad and so She shook her fist and screamed away A chart of himself Who's your friend when things get rough Is chart of his friend when