Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree - 1989 Remastered

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
 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 come marchin' 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-tee
 So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
 Till I come marchin' home
 {female vocals}
 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!
 Watch the girls on the foreign shores, you'll have to report to me
 When you come marchin' 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 gettin' the third degree
 When you come marchin' 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 marchin' home
 {all}
 Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
 I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me
 And I'll be true till you come marchin' home