The Surrey With the Fringe on Top

When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be
You will set behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you'll ever see

Lands!

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
Watch that fringe, see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin' strutters
Nosy pokes will peek through their shutters and their eyes'll pop
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case they's a change in the weather
Two bright sidelights winkin' and blinkin'
Aint no finer rigg I'm-a-thinkin'
You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' if I'd care to swap
Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top

Would you say the fringe was made of silk?
Wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
One's like snow, the other's more like milk
So you can tell them apart

All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
When we hit that road, hell-for-leather
Cats and dogs will dance in the heather
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along
The cows'll moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song
And whisper it over and over
Don't you wish it'd go on forever?
Don't you wish it'd go on forever?
Don't you wish it'd go on forever?
And it'd never stop?
In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top

I can see the stars gettin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey
Ridin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top
I can feel the day getting older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin, droopin, close to my shoulder
'Til it falls... kerplop
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of the hill
The moon is takin' a header
And just as I'm thinkin' all the Earth is still
A lark'll wake up in the meader

Oh hush, you bird, my baby's a sleepin'
Maybe's got a dream worth a keepin'
Woah, you team, an' just keep a creepin'
At a slow clip clop
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top



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Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Robin Spielberg, Oscar Hammerstein Ii
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