| Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
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| When I take you out in the surrey
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| When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top
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| Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
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| When I drive them high steppin' strutters
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| Nosey folks’ll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop
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| The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown
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| The dashboard’s genuine leather
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| With icy glass curtains you can roll right down
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| In case there’s a change in the weather
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| Two bright sidelight’s winkin' and blinkin'
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| Ain’t no finer rig I’m a-thinkin'
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| You can keep your rig if you’re thinkin' that I’d care to swap
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| For that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
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| Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
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| Oh, what a beautiful day
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| I’ve got a beautiful feelin'
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| Everything’s goin' my way
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| There’s a bright, golden haze on the meadow
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| There’s a bright, golden haze on the meadow
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| The corn is as high as an elephant’s eye
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| And it looks like it’s climbing clear up to the sky
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| Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
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| Oh, what a beautiful day.
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| I’ve got a beautiful feelin'
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| Everything’s goin' my way
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| Say, Oh what a beautiful day!
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| Thank heaven for little girls
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| For little girls get bigger every day
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| Thank heaven for little girls
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| They grow up in the most delightful way
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| Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
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| One day will flash and send you crashing thru the ceiling
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| Thank heaven for little girls
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| Thank heaven for them all
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| No matter where no matter who
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| Without them, what would little boys do?
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| Thank heaven.. Thank heaven..
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| Thank heaven for little girls! |