I met a man named 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 strewet with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears a 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
That I'm in the park with my girlfriend
And please
Tell him Angela and I
Don't want the two dollars back
Just him.