The Surrey With The Fringe On Top
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II
First performance by: Alfred Drake, Joan Roberts and Betty Garde - 1943
Covered by multiple other artists



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!