He hit the ground running
At the speed of light
And the stars are brightly shinning
Like a neon light
It's your favorite son, it's your favorite son
A Fiction of the talkshows
To the silverscreen
From here to Colorado
He's a s** machine
it's your favorite son, it's your favortie son
But isn't it a drag, isn't it a drag, isn't it a drag, it's pretty but it's sad,
well isn't it a drag
A clinkhawl american
Really ain't so clean
he's a loyal victorian
it's a murder scene
it's your favorite son, it's your favortie son
well isn't it a drag, isn't is a drag, isn't it a drag, it's pretty but it's sad,
well isn't it a drag
ah, ah, ah, ah
well no one says it's fair, to taanage us, to a millionaire
so wheres ur f**in champion
on a penny rate
he not the american
that u thought u paid.
it's your favorite son, it's your favortie son