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 blond
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


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New Frontier Lyrics as written by Donald Fagen

Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing

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    General CommentWell, I get the distinct feeling that the "Big Blonde" is a man in drag trying to look like "Tuesday Weld." Their relatioship is "underground?" C'mon. "Confess your passion, your secret fear/Prepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier" He can't wait "'til he moves to the city" where unconventional relationships were more tolerated in the 50s & 60s, and now for that matter.
    eyehopon December 13, 2016   Link

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