The Surrey With the Fringe on Top Frank Sinatra

When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you'll 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
Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop

Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather

Two bright side lights winking and blinkin
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

(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 others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart)
All the world would 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