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!