Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Surrey With the Fringe On Top, artist - Gordon MacRae
Date of issue: 11.11.2013
Song language: English
Surrey With the Fringe On Top |
When I take you out, tonight, with me, |
Honey, here’s the way it’s goin' to be: |
You will set behind a team of snow white horses, |
In the slickest gig you 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 thru' their shutters and their eyes will pop! |
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown, |
The dashboard’s genuine leather, |
With isinglass curtains y' 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 I’m a-thinkin' |
You c’n keep your rig if you’re thinkin' 'at I’d keer to swap |
Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top! |
Did you say |
the fringe was made of silk |
Wouldn’t have no other kind but silk |
Does it really have a team of snow white horses |
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 fer leather, |
Cats and dogs’ll dance in the heather, |
Birds and frogs’ll sing all together 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 wisht y’d go on forever? |
Don’t you wisht y’d go on forever? |
Don’t you wisht y’d go on forever and ud never stop |
In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top! |
I can see the stars gettin' blurry, |
When we drive back home in the surrey, |
Drivin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top! |
I can feel the day gettin' older, |
Feel a sleepy head on 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 jist 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 jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip clop. |
Don’t you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top! |