作词 : Buck, Merchant
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
who chose his words from mouths
of babes got lost in the wood.
Hip-flash slinging madmen,
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 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 cafe 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.