Lyrics - Frank Mills by Various Artists

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 is 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
IDon't want the two dollars back
Just him!

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