Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

Don't go walking down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no

Don't go walking down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me

The girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to a tee

So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

Till I come marching home

Don't give out with those lips of yours to anyone else but me

Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no

Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you'll have to report to me

When you come marching home

Don't hold anyone on your knee, you better be true to me

You better be true to me, you better be true to me

Don't hold anyone on your knee, you're getting the third degree

When you come marching home

You're on your own where there is no phone and I can't keep tab on you

Be fair to me, I'll guarantee this is one thing that I'll do

I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you

Till you come marching home

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me

I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me

And I'll be true till you come marching home