Lyrics Surrey With The Fringe On Top - Emilie-Claire Barlow

Surrey With The Fringe On Top

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