(Lobo / Jeff Raymond)
Goodbye Hawkeye, So long Houlihan
B.J. and Klinger, Winchester and
Father Mulcahy and Colonel Potter gone
The party is over but the players will live on
The party's over everybody's gone
Now I know just how it feels
To really be alone
Was his Dad down at the station
When he reached Crab Apple Cove
His Mama waving from the kitchen
Was his cow down by the road
Did they throw a bash in Boston
Were the little girls all grown
Did they turn out in Toledo
To watch a man come marching home
Laughter was the remedy
You prescribed for every wound
Even suicide was painless
You even laughed at doom
Every week it was something
That needed to be shown
You sometimes hid the message
But you always brought it home
Lobo - The Partys Over Lyrics
Lobo - The Partys Over Lyrics
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(Lobo / Jeff Raymond)
Goodbye Hawkeye, So long Houlihan
B.J. and Klinger, Winchester and
Father Mulcahy and Colonel Potter gone
The party is over but the players will live on
The party's over everybody's gone
Now I know just how it feels
To really be alone
Was his Dad down at the station
When he reached Crab Apple Cove
His Mama waving from the kitchen
Was his cow down by the road
Did they throw a bash in Boston
Were the little girls all grown
Did they turn out in Toledo
To watch a man come marching home
Laughter was the remedy
You prescribed for every wound
Even suicide was painless
You even laughed at doom
Every week it was something
That needed to be shown
You sometimes hid the message
But you always brought it home
Goodbye Hawkeye, So long Houlihan
B.J. and Klinger, Winchester and
Father Mulcahy and Colonel Potter gone
The party is over but the players will live on
The party's over everybody's gone
Now I know just how it feels
To really be alone
Was his Dad down at the station
When he reached Crab Apple Cove
His Mama waving from the kitchen
Was his cow down by the road
Did they throw a bash in Boston
Were the little girls all grown
Did they turn out in Toledo
To watch a man come marching home
Laughter was the remedy
You prescribed for every wound
Even suicide was painless
You even laughed at doom
Every week it was something
That needed to be shown
You sometimes hid the message
But you always brought it home