New Frontier - 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 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
    Till 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 till 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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    Marco Giunco
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