Hey Jack Kerouac   I think of your mother   And 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   Hip flask slingin' madmen   Steamin' caf' 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 slingin' madmen   Steamin' caf' flirts   In Chinatown, howlin' 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   Cool junk bootin' madmen   Street minded girls   In Harlem, howlin' at night      What a tear stained, shock of the world   You've gone away without sayin'   Sayin' goodbye