Favorite Son – Green Day (Letras)

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?

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