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 lover's lane with anyone else but me Anyone else but me Anyone else but me, no, no, no Don't go walking down lover's lane with anyone else but me Till I come marching home I just got word from the guy who heard from the guy next door to me The girl he met just loves to pet and he fits you to a tee So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marching home 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 who 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, oh, oh, oh 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 tabs 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 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 marching home