Lyrics
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
It's a murder scene
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?
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
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son