Dont Sit Under The Lyrics

song lyrics Don t Sit Under The Apple Tree lyrics Verse: 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, And now I want to be sure of you. Chorus: 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 walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, Don t go walking down lovers lane with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. I just got word from a guy who heard From the guy next door to me, That 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 marching home. (Last time, last two lines) Then we ll go arm in arm, and Sit down under the apple tree, Baby, just you and me, When I come marching home. PARODY, GIRL S REPLY (sung by Marion Hutton with Glenn Miller Orch.) 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! Lots of girls on the foreign shores, You ll have to report to me When you come marching 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 getting the third degree When you come marching home. You re on your own where there is no phone, And I can t keep tab 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 marching home. I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me, And I ll be true till you come marching home. SONG Words & music: Lew Brown/Sam H. Stept/Charlie Tobias Copyright: Unknown Sources: Capitol CD D101771 From Universal Pictures "Private Buckaroo" PARODY Words: Unknown Source: Off-air audiotape Transcribed: Dilly song lyrics