Hey Jack Kerouac I think of your mother
And the tears she cried
They were cried for none other
Than her little boy lost in
Our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down
Her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths
Of babes got lost in the wood
Hip flask slinging madman
Steaming cafe flirts
They 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 favorite
Now they sit and rattle their bones
And think of their blood stoned days
You chose your words from mouths
Of babes got lost in the wood
The hip flask slinging madman
Steaming cafe flirts
In Chinatown howling at night
Allen baby why so jaded
Have the boys all grown up
And their beauty faded
Billy what a saint they've made you
Just like Mary down in Mexico
On All Souls' Day
You chose your words from mouths
Of babes got lost in the wood
Cool junk booting madmen
Street minded girls
In Harlem howling at night
What a tear stained shock of the world
You've gone away without saying
Saying goodbye
