Yes we're gonna have a wingding
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A summer smoker underground
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It's just a dugout that my dad built
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In case the reds decide to push the button down
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We've got provisions and lots of beer
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The key word is survival on the new frontier
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Introduce me to that big blonde
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She's got a touch of Tuesday Weld
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She's wearing Ambush and a French twist
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She's got us wild and she can tell
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She loves to limbo, that much is clear
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She's got the right dynamics for the new frontier
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Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city
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'Til I finally make up my mind
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To learn design and study overseas
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Have you got a steady boyfriend
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Cause honey I've been watching you
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I hear you're mad about Brubeck
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I like your eyes, I like him too
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He's an artist, a pioneer
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We've got to have some music on the new frontier
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Well I can't wait 'til I move to the city
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'Til I finally make up my mind
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To learn design and study overseas
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Let's pretend that it's the real thing
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And stay together all night long
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And when I really get to know you
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We'll open up the doors and climb into the dawn
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Confess your passion your secret fear
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Prepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier
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New Frontier
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| Donald Fagen |
