I wrote my mother, I wrote my father,
And now I'm writing you too.
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father,
And now I want to be sure of you.
chorus:
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 marching home.
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
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,
That a 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.
(Last time, last two lines)
Then we'll go arm in arm, and
Sit down under the apple tree,
Baby, just you and me,
When I come marching home.
PARODY, GIRL'S REPLY
(sung by Marion Hutton with Glenn Miller Orch.)
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!
Lots of girls on the foreign shores,
You'll have to report to me
When you come marching 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 getting the third degree
When you come marching 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 marching home.
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me,
And I'll be true till you come marching home.
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