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