George was at the party in the bathroom with a mirrornMaking lines for all the frat boys, all fucked up on German beernDriving on his way home, he saw the red lights flashnThe cop gave him a warning, said Say hi to your dadnnTwenty-two years later, just across the tracksnIs another boy named George on the corner selling cracknWalking on his way home, he saw the red lights spinnThe cop pushed him against the car and bashed his head innnYouthful indiscretionsnWe all make mistakesnWe grow and learn life's lessonsnYouthful indiscretionsnnGeorge went on to college, continued on his waynStill got high and stinking drunk and very average gradesnThen he saw a bright light; he said that it was GodnI think it was his father and a fancy jobnnNow back to our other George, who's sitting in a cellnIn the company of murderers and rapists bound for hellnAnd when I light a big fat joint, I thank the Lord up highnThat I was born bleach-blonde and whitennYouthful indiscretionsnWe all make mistakesnWe grow and learn life's lessonsnYouthful indiscretions