"Favorite Son (Rock Against Bush vol. 2)" 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 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*