In the shade of the old apple tree, a pair of fine legs I did see,
With some hair at the top, and a little red spot,
It looked like a cherry to me.

In the shade of the old apple tree,
That's were Hilda first showed it to me,
It was hairy and black, and she called it her crack,
It looked like a subway to me.

Well I took out my forty foot pole,
And shoved it right down that dark hole,
I bounced once or twice, it really felt nice,
In the shade of the old apple tree.

As I poked her with my pride of New York,
Which fitted in just like a cork,
I said, "Darlin' don't scream, while I fill you with cream,
In the shade of the old apple tree."

And as we both lay on the grass,
With my two hands around her fat arse,
She said, "If you'll be true, you can have another fuck too,
In the shade of the old apple tree.