Lyrics Favorite Son - Green Day

He hit the ground running
At the speed of light
The star was brightly shining
Like a neon light
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
A fixture on the talkshows
To the silver screen
From here to Colorado
He's a sex machine
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag?
It's pretty bloody sad but isn't it a drag?
A clean-cut All-American
Really ain't so clean
His royal auditorium
Is a murder scene
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
Oh, isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag?
Isn't it a drag?
It's pretty bloody sad but isn't it a drag?
Well no one says it's fair
Turn a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now where's your fuckin' champion?
On a bed you laid
He's not the All-American
That you thought you paid
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag?