| 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! |