A tale of two frat brothers, a memoir
Remember that kid we beat, up back, in college
Me, you, and Thompson out in front of the frat
And that hippie ran home crying to his parents
I can't believe you got us out of thatHow sweet was that? God, we were drunk
Drove around all night after it with that keg in the trunk
And when the cop pulled us over
You talked us out of that, tooYou got away with it
You got away
You get away with
The things that you sayI had to quit partying about a year and a half after you did
I don't regret it though, I think it was fun
Besides, it was the 70's, we were a couple of rich kids
And aside from that one hippie, we never really hurt anyoneWell, there's that other thing that I won't even say
As God as my witness, I'll take that to my grave
'Cause that was an accident
And you did what you had to doYou got away with it
You got away
You get away with
The things that you sayI worry forever
Never for you
You'll get away with it
You always doYou never did tell me what happened with you
And your brother down there in Florida
I heard they gave you a hell of a time
Everybody around here was afraid you might lose
I told them not to worry 'cause I knew you'd be fineHad me out here to Camp David a few times over the years
I think the first time we were teenagers sneakin' beers
Look at you now, you old son of a bitch
You got the run of this place, unbelievableYou got away with it
You got away
You got away with
The things that you sayI worry forever
Never for you
You'll get away with it
You always doYou'll get away with
This new thing too