He got the droop of a fatherless child, almost imperceptible
One can't see it with the naked eye, ooh, but I can 
That cardboard lady in the corner store, her sparkle is all painted on 
Six no-good men took her shine and more, left her youth near Sausalito 

Ooh, it's humourless and comical at once 
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust 
Ooh, it's humourless, it's humourless 

They look me over, one up and one down 
I can tell they're wondering who my people are 
I say I'm new in town, I know it's gonna take a while 

Ooh, it's humourless and comical at once 
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust 
Ooh, it's humourless, it's humourless 

I speculate and browse the duraflame 
Winter in the west coast cool 
Out by the sea where no one knows my name 

I'm on the road like Jack, Jack Kerouac 
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac 
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac 
Like Jack, Jack Kerouac

Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac
Jack, Jack Kerouac