Hey Jack Kerouac
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your motherAnd the tears she cried, they were cried for none otherThan her little boy lost in our little world that hatedAnd that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths ofBabes got lost in the woodHip flask slinging madmen, steaming cafe flirtsThey all spoke through you
Hey Jack, now for the tricky part:When you were the brightest star, who were the shadows?Of the San Francisco beat boys, you were the favoriteNow they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood-stoned days
You chose your words from mouths ofBabes got lost in the woodThe hip flask slinging madmen, steaming cafe flirtsIn Chinatown howling at night
Allen1 baby, why so jaded?Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?Billy2, what a saint they've made youJust like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day
You chose your words from mouths ofBabes got lost in the woodCool junk booting madmen, street minded girlsin Harlem, howling at night
What a tear-stained shock of the world -You've gone away without sayingSaying good-bye