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?

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?


(The first artificial earth satellite in the world has now been created)

Favorite Son song meanings

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