New Frontier - Donald Fagen
Lyrics by：Donald Fagen
Composed by：Donald Fagen
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 waering 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 dynamic for the new frontier
Well I can't wait 'till I move to the city
'Till I finally make up my mind
To learn design and study overseas
Do you have a steady boyfriend
'Cause honey I've been watching you
I hear you're mad about Brubeck
I like you 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 'till I move to the city
'Till 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
