Lyrics Favorite Son (Non-Album Track) - Green Day

He hit the ground running
At the speed of light
His star was brightly shining
Like a neon light

It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son

A fixture on the talk shows
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, but it's 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, but it's 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 panty raid
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?