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 b**h 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