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 is 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! 







Pieter