i wish i were an apple swinging in an apple tree every time my baby came by she d take a bite of me tell me that she loves me call me sugar plum throw her arms around me until i thought my time had come you better get on home you better get on home you better get on home i m going to marry you some day you know i love you honey love your kisses too there isn t a thing in this whole darn world that i would not do for you take me to the parlor baby cool me with your fan i swear you are the sweetest thing in the sight of mortal man where you come darling it must be from down south i can tell i can tell i can tell pretty mama by the bees buzzing around your mouth now way over yonder on yonder s wall get down with me darling get down you all 