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
'til I come marching home

Choo choo to Broadway foo Cincinnati
Don't get icky with the one two three
Life is just so fine on the solid side of the line, rip

Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they're very nice
Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they're very nice

Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda'Cause they've got to fill
that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

Come on along and listen to
the lullaby of Broadway.
The hip-hooray and balley-hoo.
The lullaby of Broadway.

The rumble of the subway train.
The rattle of the taxi.
The Daffodils who entertain
at Angelo's and Maxi's.

When a Broadway baby says good night,
it's early in the morning.
Manhattan babys don't sleep tight
until the dawn.

Good night, baby.
Good night. Milkman's on his way.

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft,
but then his number came up and he was gone with the
draft.
He's in the army now. He's blowin' reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he could not jam.
The captain seemed to understand,
because the next day the cap' went out and drafted the
band.
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.