Favorite Son
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?