I met a boy called Frank Mills,
On September 12th right here,
In front of 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 love him but it embarrasses me,
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere,
And wears a 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 2 dollars back,
Just him