Surrey With The Fringe On Top - 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