Yes we're gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
It's just a dugout that my dad built

In case the reds decide to push the button down
We've got provisions and lots of beer
The key word is survival on the new frontier


Introduce me to that big blonde
She's got a touch of Tuesday Weld

She's wearing Ambush and a French twist
She's got us wild and she can tell
She loves to limbo, that much is clear

She's got the right dynamics for the new frontier

Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city

'Til I finally make up my mind
To learn design and study overseas


Have you got a steady boyfriend
Cause honey I've been watching you
I hear you're mad about Brubeck

I like your eyes, I like him too
He's an artist, a pioneer
We've got to have some music on the new frontier


Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city
'Til I finally make up my mind

To learn design and study overseas
Let's pretend that it's the real thing
And stay together all night long

And when I really get to know you
We'll open up the doors and climb into the dawn
Confess your passion your secret fear

Prepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier