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I met a boy called Frank MillsOn September, twelfth, right hereIn front of the WaverlyBut unfortunately I lost his addressHe was last seen with his friendA drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the BeatlesAnd he wears his hairTied in a small bow at the backI love him but it embarrasses meTo walk down the street with himHe lives in Brooklyn somewhereAnd wears this white crash helmetHe has golden chains on his leather jacketAnd on the back are written the namesMary and MomAnd Hell's AngelsI 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 backJust him!