Oh, I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes
And he says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table while my kids are going off to school
Goodbye
Then he reaches out and he takes my hand
And he squeezes it and says
How you doing, hon?
Then I look across his smiling lips
They warm my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me
Then all I gotta say
God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There is no such thing as Dr. Seuss
There is no such thing as Dr. Seuss

Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about his face, the glow
To ease my mind
Sometimes he calls me up at home
Knowing I'm busy
And he asks if I can get away
Meet him and have a bite to eat
I drop what I'm doing
And I hurry down to meet him
And I'm always late
I'm always late
And I'm always late
And I'm always late

Oh, but he sits waiting patiently
And he smiles when he first sees me
Cause he's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Then all I gotta say
God didn't make little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
Oh, but he sits waiting patiently
God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about his face aglow
To ease my mind
Oh, but he sits waiting patiently