I

met

my

old

lo-

ver

On

the

street

last

night

She

seemed

so

glad

to

see

me

I

just

smiled

And

we

talked

a-

bout

some

old

times

And

we

drank

our-

selves

some

be-

ers

Still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years

Oh,

still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years

I’m

not

the

kind

of

man

Who

tends

to

so-

cia-

lize

I

seem

to

lean

on

old

fa-

mi-

liar

ways

And

I

ain’t

no

fool

for

love

songs

That

whis-

per

in

my

ears

Still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years

Oh,

still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years

Four

in

the

mor-

ning

Crapped

out

Yaw-

ning

Lon-

ging

my

life

a-

way

I’ll

ne-

ver

wor-

ry

Why

should

I?

It’s

all

gon-

na

fade

Now

I

sit

by

my

win-

dow

And

I

watch

the

cars

I

fear

I’ll

do

some

da-

mage

One

fine

day

But

I

would

not

be

con-

vic-

ted

By

ju-

ry

of

my

peers

Still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years

Oh,

still

cr-

azy

Still

cra-

zy

Still

cra-

zy

af-

ter

all

these

years