American Idiot - Favorite Son Lyrics

2010 Broadway
American Idiot the Musical - Favorite Son 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?

[Bridge]

Well no one says it's fair.
Turn a teenage lush,
To a millionaire.

Now where's your fuckin' champion?
On a panty raid.
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?

[Thanks to Adaria for corrections]

American Idiot the Musical Lyrics

SYNOPSIS
American Idiot
Jesus Of Suburbia
Holiday
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Favorite Son
Are We The Waiting
St. Jimmy
Give Me Novacaine
Last Of The American Girls
She's A Rebel
Last Night On Earth
Too Much Too Soon
Before The Lobotomy
Extraordinary Girl
Before The Lobotomy [Reprise]
When It's Time
Know Your Enemy
21 Guns
Letterbomb
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Whatsername
When It's Time