Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me)
Written by Lew Brown, Charlie Tobias and Sam H. Stept
Published 1942

I wrote my mother, I wrote my father
And now I'm writing you too;
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father,
Now I wanna be sure of you.

[chorus 1]
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 marching 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
'til I come marching 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 marching home

[chorus 2]
Don't start countin' the stars above
with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, No! No! No!
Don't start singin' those songs of love,
We'll do 'em in harmony
When I come marching home
Wrap your kisses in cellophane
don't give 'em away for free,
Keep 'em exclusively,
Salted away for me, Yes! Yes! Yes!
I'm on record, I'm talkin' plain,
you're gettin' the third degree
When I come marching home.

I told the gang the whole she-bang
that you were sweet and true,
They ran right in and came right back
with a photograph of you.
so, Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree
with anyone else but me
'til I come marching home