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Curly: 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 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 an' see how it flutters When I drive them high-steppin' strutters Nosy pokes will peak through their shutters and their eyes will pop! The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown The dashboard's genuine leather. With eisenglass 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 yer rig if yer thinkin' that I'd keer to swap Fer that shiny little surry with the fringe on the top Eller: Would you say the fringe was made of silk? Curly: Wouldn't have no other kind but silk Laurey: Has it really got a team of snow-white horses? Curly: 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 surry When I take you out in the surry with the fringe on top. When we hit that road, hell-for-leather Cats and dogs will 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 wish you'd go on forever Don't you wish you'd go on forever Don't you wish you'd go on forever And you'd never stop? In that shiny little surry With the fringe on the top. I can see the stars gittin' blurry When we ride back home in the surry Ridin' slowly home in the surry With the fringe on top I can feel the day gettin' older Feel a sleepy head near 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 meader. Hush, you bird. My baby's a sleepin' Maybe got a dream worth a keepin' Whoa, you team an' jist keep a creepin' At a slow clip, clop. Don't you hurry little Surry With The Fringe On the Top. Back to main page: Oklahoma Lyrics
Broadway Oklahoma Lyrics
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