You ought to see my Cindy She lives way down South She's so sweet the honey bees, Swarm around her mouth Git along home Cindy, Cindy Git along home Cindy, Cindy Git along home Cindy, Cindy I'll marry you some day The first time that I saw her She was standing in the door - Her shoes and stockings in her hand Her feet all over the floor (Refrain) I wish I was an apple Hanging on a tree And every time my Cindy'd pass She'd take a bite of me (Refrain)