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 streets with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
and wears this white crash helmet.

He has golden 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!