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Hey Jack Kerouac |
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I think of your mother |
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And the tears she cried |
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They would cry for none other |
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Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated |
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And that dared to drag him down |
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Her little boy courageous |
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He chose his words from mouths of |
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Babes got lost in the world |
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Hip flask slingin' madmen |
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Steamin' caf' flirts |
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They all spoke through you |
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Hey Jack, now for the tricky part |
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When you were the brightest star |
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Who were the shadows |
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Of the San Francisco beat boys? |
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You were the favourite |
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Now they sit and rattle their bones |
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And think of their blood stoned days |
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You chose your words from mouths of |
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Babes got lost in the world |
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The hip flask slingin' madmen |
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Steamin' caf' flirts |
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In Chinatown, howlin' at night |
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Allen baby, why so jaded? |
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Have the boys all grown up |
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And their beauty faded? |
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Billy, what a saint they made you |
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You're just like Mary down in Mexico |
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On all souls' day |
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You chose your words from mouths of |
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Babes lost in the world |
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Cool junk bootin' madmen |
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Street minded girls |
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In Harlem, howlin' at night |
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What a tear stained, shock of the world |
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You've gone away without sayin' |
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Sayin' goodbye |
