Hey Jack KerouacI think of you motherAnd all the tears she
criedShe would cry for none otherThan her little boy lost in a
little world that hatedAnd that dared to drag him downHer little
boy courageousHe chose his words from mouths ofBabes got lost in
the worldThe hip-flash slinging madmenSteaming café flirtsThey
all spoke through youHey Jack, now for the tricky partWhen you
were the brightest starWho were the shadows?Of the San Francisco
beat boysYou were the favouriteNow they sit and rattle their
bonesAnd think of their blood stoned daysYou chose your words
from mouths ofBabes got lost in the worldThe hip-flask slinging
madmenSteaming café flirtsIn Chinatown, howling at nightAllen
baby, why so jaded?Have the boys all grown upand their beauty
faded?Billy, what a saint they made youYou're just like
Mary down in MexicoOn All Souls' DayYou chose your words
from mouths ofBabes lost in the worldThe cool junk booting
madmenStreet minded girlsIn Harlem, howling at nightWhat a tear
stained shock of the worldYou've gone away without
sayingGoodbye