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