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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 can keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd keep to swap |
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Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top! |
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Did you say 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 others 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 wishty'd go on forever? |
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Don't you wishty'd go on forever? |
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Don't you wishty'd go on forever and you'd 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! |
