"Favorite Son" 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 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? But isn't it a drag?
But isn't it a drag? It's pretty, but it's sad, but isn't it a drag?
A clean-cut all-American really ain't so clean
His royal auditorium, it's a murder scene!
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag? But isn't it a drag?
But 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
To turn a teenage lush to a millionaire
Now where's your fucking champion on a bed you made?
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 star was 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? But isn't it a drag?
But isn't it a drag? It's pretty, but it's sad, but isn't it a drag?
A clean-cut all-American really ain't so clean
His royal auditorium, it's a murder scene!
It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isn't it a drag? But isn't it a drag?
But 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
To turn a teenage lush to a millionaire
Now where's your fucking champion on a bed you made?
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?
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Tre Cool, Mike Dirnt
