Hey Jack Kerouac

Hey Jack Kerouac

I think of your mother

And all the tears she cried

She would cry for none other

Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated

And that dared to drag him down

Her little boy courageous

He chose his words from mouths of

Babes got lost in the world

The hip-flash slinging madmen

Steaming café 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 favourite

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 world

The hip-flask slinging madmen

Steaming café 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 made you

You're just like Mary down in Mexico

On All Souls' Day

You chose your words from mouths of

Babes lost in the world

The 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

Goodbye