Oh Mom

Mom's just a throwback to the '60s 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 said Dad, he might have 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 his psychedelic band

Feeding me granola and other flaky 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 soybeans

Mom, your universal love is such a drag

You know Mom keeps telling me about her days at Woodstock

Half a million spaceballs and all of them with their feet stuck

Freaking out on acid and what Bob Dylan says

I think she's trying 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 Dead's at

Oh Mom, don't you know this is the '80s?

Oh Mom, can't you relate to what the date is?

Mom's just a throwback to the '60s generation

All this 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

Oh Mom, your universal love is such a drag