Oh Mom - Arlo Guthrie
Mom's just a throw-back
To the sixties generation
All that junk like peace and love
Is just an aggravation
Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation
Mom you're universal love is such a drag
Feeding me granola
And other flakey stuff
You told me meat was hostile
But I just can't get enough
Being vegetarian just ain't quite my scene
There's only so much you can do with soy beans
Mom your universal love is such a drag
Mom keeps telling me
About her days at woodstock
Half a million space-balls
And all of them with their feet stuck
Freaking out on acid and what bob dylan says
I think she's tryin' to turn me into joan baez
Might be
Oh mom can't you tell me where your head's at
I'm sick to death of hearing about
Where you saw the grateful deads at
Oh mom don't you know this is the eighties
Oh mom can't you relate to what the date is
Mom's just a throw-back
To the sixties generation
All that junk like peace and love
Is just an aggravation
Ain't got no use for transcendental meditation
Mom your universal love is such a drag
Mom you're universal love is such a drag
