(原詩)

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 keyword 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 dynamic
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

Do you have a steady boyfriend
Cause honey I've been watching you
I hear you're mad
About Brubeck (Brubeck, 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

(interlude)

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