Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else but Me) Lyrics

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 the guy who heard from the guy next door to me.
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 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 the 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,
'Till you come marchin' home.

Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me.
I know the apple tree
Is dessert for you and me,
And I'm gonna be true to you,
'Till you come marchin' home.