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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 *** 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.
Turn a teenage lush,
To a millionaire.
Now where\'s your ******\' 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?
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