Little Green Apples Songtext
von Dionne Warwick

Well, I wake up in the mornin′
With my hair down in my eyes, and he says, "Hi"
Then he stumbles to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye
Then he reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it and says, "How you feelin′, hun?"
And I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that′s not lovin′ me
Then all I've got to say

God didn′t make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
There′s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose, ain't no nursery rhyme

God didn′t make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
And when my self is feelin' low
I think about his face aglow and ease my mind


Sometimes I call him up at work, knowin′ he′s busy
And ask if he can get away and meet me for a bite to eat
I know he drops everything he's doin′, hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But he′s there waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
′Cause he's made that way

And if that's not lovin′ me
Then all I′ve got to say

God didn't make little green apples
And it don′t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes (ooh, ahh)
(Oh, oh) oh, there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns (ooh, ahh)

God didn′t make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time (ooh, ahh)
Umm, there′s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose, ain't no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples
And it don′t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time (ooh, ahh)
Ahh, there′s no such thing as Doctor Seuss