Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
You´re the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie.

She´s just sixteen and she´s not yet grown,
She never goes out on her own.
She lives way up on the Avenue of Trees,
Where I chanced to walk in the cool night breeze.
And I, I see her face, her smile, her hair,
I cry, "Oh, uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh."

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
You´re the apple of my eye,
Ice cream in my cherry pie, pie,
Huh uh, huh uh, huh uh.

She came on walking down the avenue and I said,
"Baby, can I come in, baby, can I come in
And love you one more time?"
She said, "I love you, babe."
I said, "D-d-d-do you, whoa woman, do you,
Do you love me?"

Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey,
Ro ro ro ro ro ro ro rosey.
You´re the apple of my eye,