My eyes have seen the glory of Lieutenant Colonel Blake;

With his fishing line and 3-0 silk, he'd make the Chinese quake.

But his plane spun in and sunk into an Eastern Asian lake.

In re-runs he lives on!

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Henry, Henry, Abyssinia!

Henry Blake, we will be missin' ya.

Henry, Henry, Abyssinia!

In re-runs you live on.



The doctors won't salute him, but they'd greet him at the bar,

He'd flirt with all the nurses, but he seldom went too far.

And his clerk was right behind him every time he'd shout "Radar!"

The list goes on and on.

Chorus.