(W. Hyatt)
Babes in the woods,
Oh, which way to go?
Babes in the woods,
No one to say no;
Pretty people come to me,
Cry your heart all out,
Tell me what it's all about.
Who remembers Kerouac?
What was that all about?
Right on Jack,
So long Jack,
Who remembers anything,
And who cares anyhow?
But here's to those still on the road,
And those on the road back.
Babes in the woods,
Oh, which way to go?
Babes in the woods,
No one to say no;
Pretty people come to me,
Cry your heart all out,
Tell me what it's all about.
Pretty people hear me cry,
Cry my heart all out,
Tell me what it's all about.
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