Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry when I take you out in the surrey. When I take you out in the surrey with a fringe on top. Watch that fringe and see how it flutters when I drive them high-steppin' strutters. Nosey 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 ice and glass curtains you can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather. Two bright side lights winkin' and blinkin', ain't no finer rig, I'm a-thinkin'. You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' that I'd care to swap for that shiny little surrey with a fringe on the top, on the top. Yes, the wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover. The river will ripple out a whispered song and whisper it over and over. Two bright side lights winkin' and blinkin', ain't no finer rig, I'm a-thinkin'. You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' that I'd care to stop in that shiny little surrey with a fringe on the top, that funny little surrey that never wants to stop. Finest little rig in the city, if you don't go along, what a pity, in the surrey with a fringe on top.