Favorite son

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?
[bridge]
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?