Green Day ☆ Favorite Son

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.

Turn 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?

Green Day Favorite Son Lyrics

Green Day - Favorite Son - The Original Broadway Cast Recording

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