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Arlo Guthrie

Genres: Rock

Oh Mom Lyrics - 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, your 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 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 

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