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