Frank Mills Lyrics

Frank Mills lyrics

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 I

 Don't want the two dollars back

 Just him!