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Favorite Son (Album Version 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
Turning 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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