| Song | Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree |
| Artist | Andrews Sisters |
| Album | Rumors Are Flying |
| 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. |
| 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. |