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Favorite Son Songtext
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Favorite Son Songtext

He hit the ground runnin'
At the speed of light
The star was brightly shinin'
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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