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...
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 and see how it flutters When I drive them high steppin' strutters Nosey pokes'll peek thru their shutters And their eyes will pop The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown The dashboard's genuine leather With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down In case there's a change in the weather Two bright sidelights winkin' and blinkin' Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin' You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'At I'd care to swap For that shiny little surrey With the fringe on the top Did 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 y' c'n 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 'll dance in the heather Birds and frogs 'll sing altogether And the toads 'll hop The wind 'll whistle as we rattle along The cow 'll moo in the clover The river 'll ripple out a whispered song And whisper it over and over Don't you wisht it'd go on forever Don't you wisht it'd go on forever Don't you wisht it'd go on forever And it'd never stop In that shiny little surrey With the fringe on top I can see the stars gettin' blurry As we ride back home in the surrey Riding slowly home in the surrey 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 'Til it falls ker-plop The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a 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 Hush you bird my baby is sleepin' Maybe got a dream worth a keepin' Whoa you team, just keep a creepin' At a slow clip-clop Don't you hurry with the surrey With the fringe on the top
writers: SPIELBERG, ROBIN / RODGERS, RICHARD / HAMMERSTEIN II, OSCAR
copyright: WILLIAMSON MUSIC CO.-A DIV. OF RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN
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