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 Till I come marchin' home Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No! No! No! Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me Till 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-tee So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marchin' home {female vocals} 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 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 {all} 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