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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 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? *The first artificial earth satellite in the world has now been created* |