Lyrics:

Yes were gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
Its just a dugout that my dad built
In case the reds decide to push the button down
Weve got provisions and lots of beer
The key word is survival on the new frontier

Introduce me to that big blonde
Shes got a touch of Tuesday Weld
Shes wearing Ambush and a French twist
Shes got us wild and she can tell
She loves to limbo, that much is clear
Shes got the right dynamics for the new frontier

Well I cant 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 Ive been watching you
I hear youre mad about Brubeck
I like your eyes, I like him too
Hes an artist, a pioneer
Weve got to have some music on the new frontier

Well I cant wait til I move to the city
Til I finally make up my mind
To learn design and study overseas
Lets pretend that its the real thing
And stay together all night long
And when I really get to know you
Well open up the doors and climb into the dawn
Confess your passion your secret fear
Prepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier