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
Marion Hutton:
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 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
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