Frank Mills

I met a boy called Frank Mills

On September 12th right here

In front of the wavelength

But unfortunately, I lost his dress

He was last seen with his friend

A drummer, he resembled

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 he wears his white crash helmet

He has golden chains on his leather jacket

And on the back, are writtten 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 she's telling Angela

And I don't want my two dollars back.

Just him.