The Surrey with the Fringe on Top Songtext

von Gordon Macrae

When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's gonna to be:
You will sit behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig ya 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 and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosey pokes'll peek through their shutters and their eyes'll pop!
The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With eisinglass curtains you can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig Imma 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!
(Aunt Eller): Would y' say the fringe was made a' 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 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 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 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 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 just as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder.
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!