Lyrics:

And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland, Mother Goose, and no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
I look for a cross and face aglow to ease my mind

Oh, sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask if she could get away
Meet me and grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin'
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waitin' patiently, smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way
And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say
Hmm, God didn't make little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time