He hit the ground running at the speed of light His star is brightly shining like a neon light It's your favorite son It's your favorite son A fixture on the talk shows 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 but it's sad 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 Oh, 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 bed you laid? He's not the all-American that you thought you'd be It's your favorite son It's your favorite son, but isn't it a drag?