Puff the Magic Tranny: A Morgan/Danger Production

To be sung to the tune of "Puff the Magic Dragon" of course

puff the magic tranny lived in St.Paul
and frolicked in the chilly mist of weather that felt like fall
little brkln grrl loved that flaming puff
and brought him books and photographs and all that glittery stuff


oh puff the magic tranny lived in St.Paul
and frolicked in the chilly mist of weather that felt like fall
puff the magic tranny lived in St.Paul
and frolicked in the chilly mist of weather that felt like fall

together they would snuggle on a bed with bright green sheets
puff he always reveled in b-girl’s amazing feats
local Minnesotans would gawk when ere they came
genderqueer interracial love would never look the same

oh puff the magic tranny lived in St.Paul
and frolicked in the chilly mist of weather that felt like fall
puff the magic tranny lived in St.Paul
and frolicked in the chilly mist of weather that felt like fall

trannies live wherever but not so brklyn grrls
winding streets and fargo speak gave way to the NY world
so when that day did come b-girl had to head on home
puff he packed his papers and books and his favorite garden gnome

with his lifelong love, puff could now be brave
he felt like he could take the world no matter what it gave
they would live forever in a house without a stove
summers they would make their way to play in Cherry Grove


Oh! puff the magic tranny left little St.Paul
to dance down the city streets never afraid to fall
puff the magic tranny left little St.Paul
to dance down the city streets never afraid to fall