Frank Mills

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 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 two dollars back
 Just him