Arlo Guthrie Oh Mom Lyrics

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 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