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Donald Fagen - New Frontier lyrics
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 Have you got 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 |
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