(Paul Simon) I met my old lover on the street last night He 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 Still crazy after all these years He's not the kind of man who tends to socialize He seems to lean on old familiar ways And I'm sure no fool for love songs that whisper in my ear We're still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years Four in the morning Crapped out, yawning 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 But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers Still crazy after all these years Still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years