Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else but Me)

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

Just got word from the guy who heard

From the guy next door to me

The girl he met just loves to pet

And he 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 the girls on the foreign shores

They'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, oh, oh, oh

Don't hold anyone on your knee

You'll get in 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