The Surrey With The Fringe On Top

(albüm: American Standard - 2020)

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 an' see how it flutters
When I drive them high-stepping strutters
Nosy pokes will peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!

The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather

Two bright sidelights winking and blinking
Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinking
You can keep yer rig if yer thinking that I'd care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top

Now would you say the fringe was made of silk?
I wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
One's like snow, the other's more like milk

I can see the stars getting blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey
Riding slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top
I can feel the day getting older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Nodding, drooping, close to my shoulder 'til it falls—kerplop

The sun is swimming on the rim of the hill
The moon is taking a header
And just when I'm thinking all the earth is still
A lark wakes up in the meadow

Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleeping
Maybe got a dream worth a-keeping
Whoa, you team, just keep on a-creeping
At a slow clip clop
Don't you hurry little surrey with the fringe on the top