Favorite Son
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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 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 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 ****in' 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?