Green Day — Favorite Son lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Favorite Son" by Green Day.
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?
its 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 but it’s 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 panty raid
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?