Don´t sit under the apple tree, With anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, Don´t sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me, ´Till I come marchin´ 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, Hold tight, hold tight, Fododo de yacka saki, Want some sea food, mama! Shrimps and rice, They´re very nice. Hold tight, hold tight, Hold tight, hold tight, Fododo de yacka saki, Want some sea food, mama! Shrimps and rice, They´re very nice. Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice. Myck, myck, myck. 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 sell that quota, And the way things are, I guess 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 ballyhoo, The lullaby of Broadway. The rumble of a subway train, The rattle of the taxis, The daffydils who entertain, At Angelo´s and Maxi´s. When a Broadway baby says good night, It´s early in the morning, Manhattan babies 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 company jumps. When he plays reveille, He´s the boogie woogie bugle boy, Of Company B.