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!