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

Till 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

Till I come marchin' home

I just got word from the 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

Till 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

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

Oh! Oh! Oh!

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 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 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

Till you come marchin' home!