LITTLE GREEN APPLES

How you´re feeling, how?

I wake up in the morning

With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi

And I stumble to the breakfast table

 While the kids are going off to school, goodbye

And she reaches out, ‘n’ takes my hand

And squeezes it, says how you’re feeling, how.

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm my heart and see my morning sun.

 

And if that’s not loving me - if that’s not loving me

 Then all I’ve got to say - then all I’ve got to say

 

God didn’t make little green apples

And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

There’s no such thing as Doctor Seuss

And Disneyland and mother Goose is no nursery rhyme,

God didn’t make little green apples

It don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

And when myself is feelin´ low

I think about her face glow and then I ease my mind.

 

Pa-da - Pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa

Pa-da - Pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa, pa-pa

 

Sometimes I call her up at home, although I know  she’s busy

And ask if she can get away and meet me and grab a bit to eat

She drops what she´s doing and hurries down to meet me and l’m always late.

And she sits waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me

Cause she’s made that way.

 

And if that’s not loving me - if that’s not loving me.

 Then all I’ve got to say - then all I’ve got to say.

God didn’t make little green apples

And if don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

There’s no such thing as make believe, and puppy dogs

And autumn leaves and bubble gums.

God didn´t make little green apples

And it don´t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime…