The Surrey With the Fringe On Top / Stepsister's Lament

When I take you out tonight with me Honey, here's the way it's gonna be (Honey?!) You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses In the slickest gig you ever see (Do I know you?) 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 Nosy folks'll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown The dashboard's genuine leather With isinglass curtains you 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' that I'd care to swap For 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 (Good answer!) 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 will sing altogether and the toads will hop The wind will 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 never stop? In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top I can see the stars getting blurry When we ride back home in the surrey Riding slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top I can feel the day getting older Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder Nodding, drooping close to my shoulder till it falls - kerplop! The sun is swimming on the rim of a hill The moon is takin' a header And just as I'm thinking all the earth is still A lark'll wake up in the meadow Hush, you bird My baby's a-sleepin' Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin' Whoa, you team, and just keep a-creepin' at a slow clip, clop Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top Why would a fella want a girl like her? A frail and fluffy beauty? Why can't a fella ever once prefer A solid girl like me? She's a frothy little bubble With a flimsy kind of charm And with very little trouble I could break her little arm Oh, oh, why would a fella want a girl like her? So obviously unusual Why can't a fella ever once prefer A usual girl like me? Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink But not any pinker than a rose is Her skin may be delicate and soft But not any softer than a doe's is Her neck is no whiter than a swan's She is only as dainty as a daisy She's only as graceful as a bird So why is the fellow going crazy?! Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her? A girl who's merely lovely? Why can't a fellow ever once prefer A girl who's merely me? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man? What's the matter with the man!?