Lyrics:
knows my name
I'm on the road like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
Like Jack, Jack
Mama's apron strangling...
Young Jack Kerouac running up and down the football track
Are you an angel now?
Strong Jack Kerouac, once you're gone
a flapjack
A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack
Just call me Jack Kerouac
Click-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack
Pattacake,
Well I don't know it.. all depends on the circumstance
Lean back Jack Kerouac cuz we've been on the road
And found out some things that I would've never
My favorite bandsaw is up for sale
My favorite bandsaw is up for sale
It cuts wood like a strong ale
I'm pumping gas with Jack Kerouac
I'm pumping
Wo warst du heut' Nacht, Jack Kerouac
Ich habe dich gesucht
Würde gern wissen, wie es damals wirklich war
'47, '48, '49 in Amerika unterwegs
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
in the air wanted out of there
Heading my own road
Well I hitched a ride with this beatnik guy
Said looks like you read me
My name is Jack Kerouac
I
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
and the Shadows played FBI
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
Sat in the station, sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack
an assault to my mind's ear
Yeah it might have started back with Jack Kerouac
Probably more than likely it was Maynard G. Krebs
It's the four letter word
turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist don't look back"
Now we're living
turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist don't look back"
Now we're living
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
days?
Did you never let Jack Kerouac wash over you in waves?
Sibella, we don't make sense together
But my heart's with you
Sibella, I found myself
Before you could say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back and I'd be gone
Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheels and I seek refuge in aluminum and steel
Before you could say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back and I'd be gone
Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheels and I seek refuge in aluminum and steel
at
Ancient Egypt pharaoh rap staring Jack Kerouac
I have a ton of cattle dung, this shit I sadly have become
Ashin' blunts until I'm only left with half a lung
Mon reve...
If Kerouac is dead, I'm dying too...
Jack Kerouac is dead, I'm dying too...
Poor Jack Kerouac, riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
Poor Jack Kerouac
Riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It's kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in
qualcosa che non so
Viaggio come Jack Kerouac, Weed e Jack Daniel's, che vuoi sapere?
Voglio salpare, che poi sai che del senno di poi non penso mai bene
It's all for you, oh
You've got me, oh, you've got me
Jack Kerouac
Kerouac
On the road and in my head
I need relevance
Intelligence
A new tattoo
Dallas, do Dixie in five days
Music made us leave our homes
Jack Kerouac, yeah he's out in the back
Neil Cassidy smiles from above
Symphony Sid is
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