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

'Til I come marchin' home

Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me

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

Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me

'Til I come marchin' 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 T

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

'Til I come marchin' 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 those girls on foreign shores, you'll have to report to me

When you come marchin' 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 gettin' the third degree

When you come marchin' home

You're on your own where there is no phone

And I can't keep tabs 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

'Til you come marchin' 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 'til you come marchin' home