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
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till 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
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 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 marching 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 T
So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home, sweet home
Till I come marching home