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,
'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 loves to pet and it 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 where there is no phone and I can't keep tabs 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.

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 loves to pet and it fits you to a T!
So, 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.

Brown/Tobias/Stept
Midi: Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree

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