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

When you lose that old no good money, you sit around with your head hung down You know I once was a gambler, boy, but I lost my money soon Yes, I once was a gambler, boy, but I lost my money soon Yes, I lost all of my money some other, some other gambler

But in every other way he was fine He's a Monday morning lunatic Disturbed from time to time Lost within himself In his solitary shell Of his solitary shell He seemed no different from the rest Just a healthy normal boy His mama always did her best

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

I was a lost boy I was a lost boy in my room Too much to handle You're all alone Does she love you, you'll never know 'Til she kills my soul You're all that I'll know Our love virtues, forever on Out of the shadows

Then my heart cried oh I love you so Love you so I was lost in the world of dreams Hunting every star shining over him, it seems I watch like a shepherd boy Searching for his laughing, and dancing everywhere You can walk, yeah you catching me You and I

Yeah, you know I once was a gambler She said I didn't want you to gamble, Lightnin' But I lost my money roll Boy, but I lost my money roll That's the reason I don't have no sweet woman Now I done lost my happy home You take it down when you lose that no