Yeah...



Puff, the magic dragon,

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee.



Little Jackie Paper

Loved that rascal Puff,

And brought him strings and sealing wax

And other fancy stuff.



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee.



Together they would travel

On a boat with billowed sail.

Jackie kept a lookout perched

On Puff's gigantic tail.



Noble kings and princes

Would bow whene'er they came,

Pirate ships would lower their flags

When Puff roared out his name. Oh!



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee.



A dragon lives forever,

But not little girls and boys.

Painted wings and giant rings

Make way for other toys.



One grey night it happened,

Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff that mighty dragon,

He ceased his fealess roar.



His head now bent in sorrow,

Green scales fell like rain,

And Puff no longer went to play

Along that cheery lane.



Without his life-long friend,

He could not be brave,

So Puff that mighty dragon

Sadly slipped into his cave.



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee. Oh!



Puff, the magic dragon

Lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist

In a land called Honah Lee



No...oh...Do you ever think about me anymore...no...yeah...say oh