He wrote his mother
He wrote his father
And now he's writing you, too
He's sure of mother
He's sure of father
Now he's gotta be sure of you

I'll listen to his 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, whoa
'Til I, 'til I come marching home

And don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!

Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me, whoa
'Til I, 'til I come marching home

I just got word from a guy who heard from the guy next door to me
That 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, whoa
'Til I, yes 'til I come marchin' back home

Tu-ru-ru-ru-ru tu-ru-ru-ru-ru
Tu-ru-tu-ru-ru
Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, tu

Now, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, whoa, whoa
'Til he comes marching home to you
Ah, don't you sit right down with anyone whom but me
Under the apple tree

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Charles Tobias, Lew Brown, Sam H. Stept