Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (with Anyone Else But Me)

{male vocals}
  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