Green Day Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Favorite Son Lyrics

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?