Favorite Son Songtext
von Green Day

He hit the ground runnin′
At the speed of light
His star was brightly shinin'
Like a neon light

It′s your favorite son
It's your favorite son

A fixture on the talk shows
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, but it's 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, but it′s 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 panty raid
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?