Don’t go walkin’ down Lovers’ Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no
Don’t go walkin’ down Lovers’ 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 T
So, don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin’ home
She: 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 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
‘Til you come marchin’ home
Both:
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 ’til you come marchin’ home