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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 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?

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