(A Tale Of Two Fraternity Brothers)


The tale of two 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 went home crying to his parents

I can't believe you got us out of that

How 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, too


You got away with it

You got away

You get away with

The things that you say


I 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 anyone

Well, 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 do


You got away with it

You got away

You get away with

The things that you say

I worry forever

Never for you

You'll get away with it

You always do


You 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 fine

Had 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

Unbelievable


You got away with it

You got away

You got away with

The things that you say

I worry forever

Never for you

You'll get away with it

You always do

You'll get away with

This new thing too