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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Lead Vocals
Starz Vander Lockett
Starz Vander Lockett
Percussion
Abraham Laboriel
Abraham Laboriel
Bass
Ed Green
Ed Green
Drums
Michael Omartian
Michael Omartian
Piano
Hugh McCracken
Hugh McCracken
Harmonica
Larry Carlton
Larry Carlton
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cheryl Smith
Cheryl Smith
Assistant Engineer
Mike Morongell
Mike Morongell
Assistant Engineer
Robin Lane
Robin Lane
Assistant Engineer
Wayne Yurgelun
Wayne Yurgelun
Assistant Engineer
Daniel Lazerus
Daniel Lazerus
Overdub Engineer
Roger Nichols
Roger Nichols
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Gary Katz
Gary Katz
Producer
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Mixing Engineer

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 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 till I move to the city Till 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 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 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
Writer(s): Donald Fagen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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