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 marching home

Don't go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me

Anyone else but me
No no no


Don't go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
'til 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 don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me

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

Be fair to me I'll garuantee
This is one thing that I'll do
I won't sit under the apple tree

With anyone else but you
'til 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
'til you come marching home