Frank Mills

I met a boy called Frank Mills
On September twelfth right here in front of the Waverly
But unfortunately I lost his address

He was last seen with his friend
A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles
But he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back

I love him but it embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And wears this white crash helmet

He has gold chains on his leather jacket
And on the back are written the names
Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels

I would gratefully appreciate it
If you see him, tell him
I'm in the park with my girlfriend, and please
Tell him Angela and I don't want the two dollars back
Just him!