'75: My Mama Ain't

My mama ain't no madame
 Massage is all they do
 Law troubles, sure, she's had 'em
 Been stopped for speeding too
 She says she ain't no hippy
 I guess beatnik's the word
 She says the world is trippy
 Enough, drugs are absurd
 She was an English teacher
 Her Master's was in Ed
 But she taught Harriet Beecher
 Stowe and got fir-ed
 My mama ain't no loony
 But she likes joining cults
 She could've been a Moonie
 With similar results
 She gave away her monies
 And all our furnishings
 To benefit the bunnies
 And all sentient beings
 She flirted once with yoga
 We stayed on an ashram
 The guru wore a toga - in Saratoga!
 We chanted Bhaja govindam
 My mama ain't no nudist
 Except around the pool
 She's a Tibetan Buddhist
 Like Catholic only cool
 Now Mama's going Vedanta
 A similar belief
 Her friends look more like Santa
 And much less like Gurdjieff
 My Mom's a little flaky
 Believes in everything
 From auras to zen reiki
 Except crystal healing
 She draws the line at crystal healing