Favorite Son by Billie Joe Armstrong Lyrics

He hit the ground running
At the speed of light
His star was brightly shining
Like a neon light

It's your favorite son[2x]

A fixture on the talk-shows
To the silver screen
From here to Colorado
He's a sex machine

It's your favorite son [2x]

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 [2x]

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 fucking champion?
On a panty raid
He's not the All-American
That you thought you paid

It's your favorite son[10x]