All these bad apples Falling of all these trees I wish that they were lemons So I'd have something to squeeze The bad thing about apples Is that they have seeds To make more bad apples To make more bad apple trees Oh I picked you 'cause you looked good to eat But you left me bitter, definitely not sweet 'Cause you, you've done an evil thing Yes you've gone and you've poisoned me You, led me to believe That the fruit, the fruit was good on your tree But all it ever did was make me feel guilty Oh I don't care if you bake it or you spice it You slice it or you dice it I don't care about your leaves Your fruit is bad anybody can see I don't care about those things You'll never give me what I need Oh I picked you 'cause you looked good to eat But you left me bitter, definitely not sweet 'Cause you, you've done an evil thing Yes you've gone and you've poisoned me You, led me to believe That the fruit, the fruit was good on your tree But all it ever did was make me feel guilty It's true that the apple does not fall far from the tree I just wish that your bad apple hadn't fallen in front of me