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