Favorite Son Songtext
von Green Day

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?