Hey Jack Kerouac. I think of you 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.