The Surrey With the Fringe On Top Lyrics

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The Surrey With the Fringe On Top Lyrics


Curly:

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.

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 an' see how it flutters

When I drive them high-steppin' strutters

Nosy pokes will peak through their shutters and their eyes will pop!

The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown

The dashboard's genuine leather.

With eisenglass curtains you can roll right down

In case there's a change in the weather

Two bright side-lights winkin' and blinkin'

Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin'

You can keep yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd keer to swap

Fer that shiny little surry with the fringe on the top

Eller:

Would you say the fringe was made of silk?

Curly:

Wouldn't have no other kind but silk

Laurey:

Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?

Curly:

One's like snow, the other's more like milk.

All the world'll fly in a flurry

When I take you out in the surry

When I take you out in the surry 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 you'd go on forever

Don't you wish you'd go on forever

Don't you wish you'd go on forever

And you'd never stop?

In that shiny little surry

With the fringe on the top.

I can see the stars gittin' blurry

When we ride back home in the surry

Ridin' slowly home in the surry

With the fringe on top

I can feel the day gettin' older

Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder

Noddin', droopin', close to my shoulder

Till it falls kerplop.

The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill

The moon is takin' a header.

And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still

A lark'll wake up in the meader.

Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin'

Maybe got a dream worth a keepin'

Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin'

At a slow clip, clop.

Don't you hurry little Surry

With The Fringe On the Top.