Lyrics Surrey with the Fringe on Top - Mel Torme, Art Pepper, Marty Paich

Surrey with the Fringe on Top

When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here’s the way it’s gonna be
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you’ll 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
Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop
Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery’s brown, the dashboard’s genuine leather
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there’s a change in
the weather
Two bright side lights winking and blinkin
Ain’t no finer rig I’m a-thinking
You can keep your rig if you’re thinking that I care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top
(Would you say the fringe was made of silk?) Wouldn’t have no other kind but
silk
(Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?)
One’s like snow, the others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart)
All the world would 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 all dance in the heather
Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop
The wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will 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 wish you’d go on forever
Don’t you wish you’d go on forever and would never stop
In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top?