Green Day

He hit the ground running,
At the speed of light.
The star was brightly shining,
Like a neon light.
Its your favorite son.
Its your favorite son.
A fixture on the talkshows,
To the silver screen.
From here to Colorado,
Hes a sex machine.
Its your favorite son.
Its your favorite son.
But isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag?
Its pretty bloody sad,
but isnt it a drag?
A clean-cut All-American,
Really aint so clean.
His royal auditorium,
Is a murder scene.
Its your favorite son.
Its your favorite son.
Oh, isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag?
Isnt it a drag?
Its pretty bloody sad,
but isnt it a drag?
[Bridge]
Well no one says its fair.
Turn a teenage lush,
To a millionaire.
Now wheres your fuckin champion?
On a bed you laid.
Hes not the All-American,
That you thought you paid.
Its your favorite son.
Its your favorite son.
But isnt it a drag?
[ Favorite Son Lyrics ]