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?
  
  [Bridge]
  
  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?