Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) Marion Hutton, Tex Beneke, Modernaires
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 marchin' home
Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no Don't go walkin' down Lovers' Lane with anyone else but me 'Til 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 T So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me 'Til I come marchin' 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 those girls on 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 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 'Til you come marchin' home
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 'til you come marchin' home