Dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, no no no
Dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Dont go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, no no no
Dont go walking down lovers 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 loved to pet
And fits you to a T
So dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home
Dont 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
Youll have to report to me
When you come marching home
Youre on your own when there is no phone
And I cant keep tab on you
Be fair to me, Ill guarantee
This is one thing that Ill do
I wont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but you
Till you come marching home
Dont sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
I know the apple tree
Is reserved for you and me
And Ill be true
Till you come marching home