Mr. Shade Gahn. Ready? A-one, a-two, a-one, two, go. 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-stepping strutters. Cozy folks will peek through the shutters and their eyes will pop. The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather. Eyes of glass curtain you can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather. Bright side lights winking and blinking, ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinking. You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I care to swap for that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top. When I take you out tonight with me, honey, here's the way it's gonna be. You will set behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest rig you'll ever see. All the worlds fly in a hurry 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 hotel for leather, cats and dogs will dance in the heather. Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will pop. The wind will whistle and rattle along. The cows will mow and the clover, the river will ripple out. A whispered song, whisper it over and over. Don't you wish to go on forever, don't you wish to go on forever, don't you wish to go on forever and never stop. Don't you hurry in the surrey, that shiny little surrey, that sorry little surrey with the fringe.