Words & music by paul simon      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 afler 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 afler all these years   Oh, still crazy after all these years      Four in the morning   Crapped out, yawning   Longing my life a--way   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   But 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