Arlo Guthrie - Oh Mom lyrics

words by Terry Hall music by 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 *Well Mom said Dad He might've been a Virgo Or a head shop owner Or two freaks from San Francisco A washed out surfer with his body golden tanned Or some lead singer in a psychedelic band 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 Oh Mom can't you tell me where your head's at I'm sick to d**h 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