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