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I saw our old president
On the stairs last night
He seemed so frail and senile I just smiled
And he lied about some old times
As if he'd drank himself some beers
Still lazy after all these years
Oh,
Still crazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man
Who tends to socialism
I seem to lean on
Older freedom ways
And I ain't no fool for liars
Perspiring in my ears
Still CNN-free after all these years
Oh; stir-crazy after all these years

Three in the morning
The President
Is snoring
Hong-Konging my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna be traded away

Now I update my Windows
Watched by avatars
That I fear will do severe damage one fine day
But I would not be diverted
Or converted by some beers
It's still crazy after all these years
Oh still hazy
Ford, Blazey, after all these years

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