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?
