Still Crazy After All These Years sing and play along

I met my old of 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 per 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 and that whisper in my some ears.

Still crazy after all these years;

oh, still crazy after all these years.

I'm not the 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;

oh, still crazy,

still crazy, still crazy after all these years.