Jill Sobule - Frank Mills Lyrics
I met a boy called Frank MillsOn September the 12th right hereIn front of the WaverleyBut unfortunatelyI lost his addressHe was last seen with his friendA drummer, he resembles George Harrison ofThe Beatles, but he wears his hairTied in a small bow at the backI loved him, but it embarrasses meTo walk down the street with himHe lives in Brooklyn somewhereAnd he wears this white crash helmetHe had gold chainsOn his leather jacketAnd on the back are written the namesMary, and mom, and Hells AngelsI would gratefullyAppreciate it if you see himTell himI'm in the park with my girlfriend, and pleaseTell him Angela and IDon't want the two dollars backJust him