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...
Choo choo to Broadway foo Cincinnati
Don't get icky with the one, two, three,
Life is just so fine on the solid side of the line, rip
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki want some sea food, mama!
Shrimps and rice, they're very nice
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki want some sea food, mama!
Shrimps and rice, they're very nice...
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
'cause they've got to sell that quota
And the way things are I guess they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn...
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, he's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
They made him blow a bugle for his uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he could not jam
The captain seemed to understand,
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
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...
Choo choo to Broadway foo Cincinnati
Don't get icky with the one, two, three,
Life is just so fine on the solid side of the line, rip
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki want some sea food, mama!
Shrimps and rice, they're very nice
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki want some sea food, mama!
Shrimps and rice, they're very nice...
Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil
You can't get cherry soda
'cause they've got to sell that quota
And the way things are I guess they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil
Come on along and listen to, the lullaby of Broadway
The hip hooray and ballyhoo, the lullaby of Broadway
The rumble of a subway train, the rattle of the taxis
The daffydils who entertain, at Angelo's and Maxi's
When a Broadway baby says good night, it's early in the morning
Manhattan babies don't sleep tight until the dawn...
Good night, baby
Good night, milkman's on his way
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that no one else could play
He was the top man at his craft,
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, he's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.
They made him blow a bugle for his uncle Sam
It really brought him down because he could not jam
The captain seemed to understand,
Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the band
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.