I met a boy called Frank Mills

On September the 12th right here

In front of the Waverley

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 loved him, but it embarrasses me

To walk down the street with him

He lives in Brooklyn somewhere

And he wears this white crash helmet

He had gold chains

On his leather jacket

And on the back are written the names

Mary, and mom, and Hells 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