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
Turning a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now where's your f*ckin' 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?
*The first artificial earth satellite in the world has now been created*
Favorite Son (Rock Against Bush vol. 2) Video (MV)
Performed By: Green Day
Language: English
Written by: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Green Day - Favorite Son (Rock Against Bush vol. 2) Lyrics
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English
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
Turning a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now where's your f*ckin' 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?
*The first artificial earth satellite in the world has now been created*
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
Turning a teenage lush
To a millionaire
Now where's your f*ckin' 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?
*The first artificial earth satellite in the world has now been created*
Writer: BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG, FRANK E., III WRIGHT, FRANK EDWIN WRIGHT III, MICHAEL PRITCHARD, MIKE DIRNT, MIKE RYAN PRITCHARD, TRE COOL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.