Hey Jack Kerouac/I think of your mother
And all the tears she cried/they 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 got 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.