Hey Jack Kerouac Lyrics

       		   Hey Jack Kerouac,  I think of your mother and the  tears
	she  cried,  she cried for none other than her little boy lost  in
	our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down.   Her
	little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths of babes got
	lost in the wood.  Hip flask slining madman, steaming cafe 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 favorite.   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 wood.   The hip  flask  slinging
	madman,  steaming cafe flirts,  nights 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've made you,  just
	like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day.
       		   You  chose your words from mouths of babes got  lost  in
	the wood.  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.