Surrey with the Fringe on Top Songtext

von Emilie-Claire Barlow

When I take you out tonight with me,
Honey, here's the way it's gotta be.
You will sit behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest rig you've ever seen.

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in my surrey.
When I take you out in my surrey with the fringe on top.

Watch that fringe and see how it flutters,
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosy pokes will peek through the shutters
And their eyes will pop.

The wheels are yellow the upholstery's brown.
The dashboard is genuine leather.
With isinglass windows you can roll right down,
In case there is a change in weather.

Two bright sidelights winking and blinking.
'Ain't no finer rig I'm-a-thinking.
You can keep your rig if you're thinking
That I'd care to swap,
For the shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.

The sun is a swimmin' 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 is a-sleeping.
Maybe got a dream worth a-keeping.
Woah! You team, you just keep a-creeping
At a slow clip-clop.

Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top.