| When I take you out, tonight, with me,
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| Honey, here’s the way it’s goin' to be:
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| You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
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| In the slickest gig you ever see!
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| Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
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| When I take you out in the surrey,
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| When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
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| Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
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| When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
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| Nosey pokes’ll peek thru' their shutters and their eyes will pop!
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| The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown,
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| The dashboard’s genuine leather,
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| With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
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| In case there’s a change in the weather.
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| Two bright sidelight’s winkin' and blinkin',
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| Ain’t no finer rig I’m a-thinkin'
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| You c’n keep your rig if you’re thinkin' 'at I’d keer to swap
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| Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top! |
| Did you say
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| the fringe was made of silk
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| Wouldn’t have no other kind but silk
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| Does it really have a team of snow white horses
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| One’s like snow, the other’s more like milk
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| All the world’ll fly in a flurry
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| When I take you out in the surrey,
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| When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
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| When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
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| Cats and dogs’ll dance in the heather,
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| Birds and frogs’ll sing all together and the toads will hop!
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| The wind’ll whistle as we rattle along,
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| The cows’ll moo in the clover,
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| The river will ripple out a whispered song,
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| And whisper it over and over:
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| Don’t you wisht y’d go on forever?
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| Don’t you wisht y’d go on forever?
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| Don’t you wisht y’d go on forever and ud never stop
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| In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
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| I can see the stars gettin' blurry,
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| When we drive back home in the surrey,
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| Drivin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top!
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| I can feel the day gettin' older,
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| Feel a sleepy head on my shoulder,
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| Noddin', droopin' close to my shoulder, till it falls kerplop!
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| The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill;
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| The moon is takin' a header,
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| And jist as I’m thinkin' all the earth is still,
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| A lark’ll wake up in the medder.
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| Hush, you bird, my baby’s a-sleepin'!
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| Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
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| Whoa! |
| you team, and jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip clop.
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| Don’t you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top! |