It's Been a Long, Long Time; Thanks for the Memory; Bell Bottom
Trousers; The White Cliffs of Dover; I'll Be Seeing You; Don't Sit
Under the Apple Tree; Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition!
Thanks for any assistance!
Martin Lacoste
>I'm looking for lyrics to some old World War II songs - any ideas? The
>ones I'm looking for are:
>
>It's Been a Long, Long Time; Thanks for the Memory; Bell Bottom
>Trousers; The White Cliffs of Dover; I'll Be Seeing You; Don't Sit
>Under the Apple Tree; Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition!
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THANKS FOR THE MEMORY
Words and Music by Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger
(as performed by Bob Hope and Shirley Ross in the film
"The Big Broadcast of 1938")
Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine
And castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon
And moments on the Hudson River Line
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons,
and swingy Harlem tunes
Of motor trips and burning lips
and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was!
Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun
and no harm done
And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore,
and nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore
So thank you so much.
Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse,
and nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher said
"For better or for worse"
How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace,
and Pilsner by the case
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace
How lovely it was!
We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as "high" as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss,
Hooray for us.
So, thanks for the memory
And strictly entre-nous,
My darling, how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Aw'flly glad I met you,
Cheerio, and toodle-oo
And thank you so much!
BELL BOTTOM TROUSERS
Once there was a little girl,
Who lived next door to me,
And she loved a sailor boy,
He was only three.
Now he's on a battleship,
In a sailor's suit,
Just a great big sailor man,
But he's just as cute.
CHORUS:
Bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue,
She loves her sailor, and he loves her too.
When they walk along the street
Anyone can see,
They are oh, so much in love,
Happy as can be.
Hand in hand they stroll along,
They don't give a hoot,
He won't let go of her hand,
Even to salute.
CHORUS
DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me.
No! No! No!
Just remember that I've been true
To nobody else but you,
So just be true to me.
Don't go walking down Lovers' Lane
With anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me.
No! Nol No!
Don't start showing off all your charms
In somebody else's arms.
You must be true to me.
I'm so afraid that the plans we made
Underneath those moonlit skies, will fade
Away and you're bound to stray
If the stars get in your eyes.
So, don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me;
You're my L-0-V-E.
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DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE (with Anyone Else but Me)
Glenn Miller
- written by Lew Brown, Charles Tobias and Sam H. Stept
- lyrics as recorded in New York City on February 18, 1942 by
Glenn Miller and His Orchestra (two months after the attack
on Pearl Harbor). The male vocals on the recording were by
Ray Eberle and the Modernaires. The female vocals were by
Marion Hutton (Betty Hutton's sister).
{male vocals}
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 marchin' home
Don't go walkin' down Lover's Lane with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
No! No! No!
Don't go walkin' down Lover's 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-tee
So, don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marchin' home
{female vocals}
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 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
Till you come marchin' home
{all}
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 marchin' home
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DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
(with anyone else but me)
INTRO:
I wrote mother.
I wrote my father.
And now I'm writing you too.
I sure of mother.
I sure of father.
And now I want to be sure (very very sure)
of you.
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 lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
NO! NO! NO!
Don't go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
I just got word from the girl
Who heard from the girl next door to me.
The Boy she met just loves to pet
And it fits you to a tee.
Soo.
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
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
Not till you see me come marching home.
(home home home home sweet home)
Don't go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
Anyone else but me
NO! NO! NO!
Don't go walking down lovers lane
With anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
Recorded 10/19/56 Take 5
hart...@athenet.net wrote:
>
> Hello,
> I am not certain about the "extra" lyrics, but the following will give
> you a start!
> Enjoy,
> Jan Hart
>
> DON'T SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE (with Anyone Else but Me)
> Glenn Miller
> - written by Lew Brown, Charles Tobias and Sam H. Stept
> - lyrics as recorded in New York City on February 18, 1942 by
> Glenn Miller and His Orchestra (two months after the attack
> on Pearl Harbor). The male vocals on the recording were by
> Ray Eberle and the Modernaires. The female vocals were by
> Marion Hutton (Betty Hutton's sister).
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