He hit the ground running at the speed of light
The star was brightly shining like a neon light
Its your favorite son, its your favorite son
A fixture on the talkshows to the silver screen
From here to Colorado, hes a sex machine
Its your favorite son, its your favorite son
But isnt it a drag? Isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag? Its pretty bloody sad
But isnt it a drag?
A clean-cut all-American, really aint so clean
His royal auditorium is a murder scene
Its your favorite son, its your favorite son
Oh, isnt it a drag? Isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag? Its pretty bloody sad
But isnt it a drag?
Well no one says its fair turn a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now wheres your fuckin champion?
On a bed you laid, hes not the
All-American that you thought you paid
Its your favorite son, its your favorite son
But isnt it a drag?