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.