And don't just tell a lie
Oh, baby, don't you remember me?
Oh, baby, don't you remember me?
You just, you wham bam with your axe, baby
You didn't touch my apples
And just leave 'em out to dry?
'Cause I'm sure that you're the one who
Now answer me, babe
And you didn't leave me none
When I first met you, babe
Who chopped down my cherry tree
And then you know, I let you in my garden
Did you pick all of my cherries
And you went straight for my cherry tree
'Cause I'm sure that you're the one who
And you didn't want my plums
Lord, I was green as I could be