Well I let her let go of my hand
And I don't like you talking about her
And your method of righting the wrongs
Was calling up your friends at the bureau
In five letters you've not said a word
But how you bought your friends a sombrero

The apple don't fall too far from the tree you see

It always, always, it's always on my shoulder
Always, always, it was always when you're older
Always, always, it's so cold and getting colder

The apple don't fall too far from the tree you see
The apple don't fall too far from the sea you see