He wrote his mother
He wrote his father
And now he is writing you too
He's sure of mother
He's sure of father
Now he's gonna be sure of you
Well listen to him saying
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 till I come marchin' home
And 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 till I come marchin' home
I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
That the girl he met just loves to pet and it fits you to-a-tee
So so so, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I yes till I come marchin' back home
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till he come marchin' home to you
And don't you sit right down with anyone who but me under the apple tree