I met my old lover
on the street last night
She seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about
some old times
And we drank ourselves
some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh still crazy
after all these years
I'm not the kind of man
who tends to socialize
I seem to lean
on old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool
for love songs
that whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Oh still crazy
after all these years
Four in the mornin'
Crapped out
Yawnin'
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I
It's all gonna fade
Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage
one fine day
Well I would not be convicted
by a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Oh still crazy
Still crazy
Still crazy after all these years