| Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
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| When you take you out in the surrey
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| When I take you out in the surrey
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| With the fringe on top
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| Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
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| When I drive them high steppin' stutters
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| Nosy folks will peep through the shutters
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| And their eyes will pop
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| The wheels are yellow, the upholstery’s brown
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| The dashboard’s genuine leather
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| With nice bright curtains you can roll right down
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| That is in case there’s a change in the weather
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| Two bright side lights winking and blinkin'
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| Ain’t no finer rig I’m a-thinking
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| But you can keep your rig if you’re thinking that I care to swap
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| For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top
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| All the world would fly in a flurry
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| When you take you out in the surrey
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| When I take you out in the surrey
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| With the fringe on top
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| When we hit that road hell for leather
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| Cats and dogs all dance in the heather
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| Birds and frogs will sing all together
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| And the toads will hop
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| The wind will whistle as we rattle along
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| The cows will moo in the clover
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| The river will ripple out a whispered song
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| And whisper it over and over
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| Don’t you wish you’d go on forever
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| Don’t wish you’d go on forever
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| Don’t you wish you’d go on forever and you never stop
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| In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top |