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The Surrey With the Fringe on Top / Stepsisters' Lament
Rodgers, Richard & Hammerstein, Oscar, II
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When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be (Honey?!)
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you ever see (Do I know you?)
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
Nosy folks'll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop
The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown
The dashboard's genuine leather
With isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright sidelights 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 the fringe on the top
Would you say the fringe was made of silk?
Wouldn't have no other kind but silk
Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
One's like snow, the other's more like milk (Good answer!)
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 for leather
Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather
Birds and frogs will sing altogether and the toads will hop
The wind will 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 wish it'd go on forever?
Don't you wish it'd go on forever?
Don't you wish it'd go on forever and it never stop?
In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top
I can see the stars getting blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey
Riding slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top
I can feel the day getting older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Nodding, drooping close to my shoulder till it falls - kerplop!
The sun is swimming on the rim of a hill
The moon is takin' a header
And just as I'm thinking all the earth is still
A lark'll wake up in the meadow
Hush, you bird
My baby's a-sleepin'
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa, you team, and just keep a-creepin' at a slow clip, clop
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top
Why would a fella want a girl like her?
A frail and fluffy beauty?
Why can't a fella ever once prefer
A solid girl like me?
She's a frothy little bubble
With a flimsy kind of charm
And with very little trouble
I could break her little arm
Oh, oh, why would a fella want a girl like her?
So obviously unusual
Why can't a fella ever once prefer
A usual girl like me?
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink
But not any pinker than a rose is
Her skin may be delicate and soft
But not any softer than a doe's is
Her neck is no whiter than a swan's
She is only as dainty as a daisy
She's only as graceful as a bird
So why is the fellow going crazy?!
Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her?
A girl who's merely lovely?
Why can't a fellow ever once prefer
A girl who's merely me?
What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man?
What's the matter with the man!?
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