Favorite Son lyrics

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?