Frank Mills lyrics

I met a boy called Frank Millson September twelfth right herein front of the Waverlybut unfortunatelyI lost his address.He was last seen with his friend,a drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatlesbut he wears his hairtied in a small bow at the back.I love him but it embarrasses meto walk down the streets with him.He lives in Brooklyn somewhereand wears this white crash helmet.He has golden chains on his leather jacketand on the back are written the namesMaryand Momand Hell's Angels.I would gratefullyappreciate it if you see him, tell himI'm in the park with my girlfriendand pleasetell him Angela and Idon't want the two dollars back,just him!