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 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