Favorite Son

Lyrics
[Verse 1] He hit the ground running At the speed of light His star is brightly shining Like a neon light [Chorus] It's your favorite son It's your favorite son [Verse 2] A fixture on the talk shows To the silver screen From here to Colorado He's a sex machine [Chorus] It's your favorite son It's your favorite son [Post-Chorus] But isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? It's pretty, but it's sad But isn't it a drag? [Verse 3] A clean-cut all-American Really ain't so clean His royal auditorium Is a murder scene [Chorus] It's your favorite son It's your favorite son [Post-Chorus] But isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? It's pretty, but it's sad But isn't it a drag? [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Well, no one says it's fair Turn a teenage lush To a millionaire [Verse 4] Now where's your fucking champion? On a panty raid He's not the all-American That you thought you paid [Chorus] It's your favorite son It's your favorite son [Outro] But isn't it a drag?
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Credits
- Writers
- Billie Joe Armstrong
- Mike Dirnt
- Tré Cool