Nostalgia Rag - Arlo Guthrie

The whole country is getting weirder

Ya know, the whole wide world’s insane

Give me a hit of my memory and let me think back again

No more sharing in the can, lord

Everybody just brings his own

Nobody rolls joints with their hands anymore, no

So I just sit at home, alone

Everybody is really stranger

Where were you guys yesterday?

Women attack me out on the street, lord

Men attack me anyway

Pa swaps Ma for Aunt Matilda

She swaps him for young Maybelline

The whole block is moving in together

What a scene, lord, what a scene

No more riots at the old school

Everybody just comes in stoned

Everybody looks oh so cool, lord

It’s so cool, lord, I must be a fool

This whole scene is out of hand now, later for today

Give me a hit of my memory and let me be on my way

Let me be on my way