Finders keepers losers weep

Down on 42nd Street

Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my

I watched you on the avenue

While other men were having you

I think that you should let your caged bird fly



And kiss your past good-bye

Kiss your past good-bye

Kiss your past good-bye, yeah

Kiss your past good-bye



I've been so lost I must confess

I've had my share of loneliness

But yeah it's hard to keep a good man down

The loves you lost were all in vain

The past lives on inside your brain

I don't think you need those memories

Hangin' 'round, yeah



Good-bye

Kiss your past good-bye

You've gotta let it fly

Kiss your past good-bye, yeah



And if that bird don't fly away

There's just one thing I got to say



It's later than a deuce a ticks

Your broken heart, it needs a fix

You're feedin' off a high that would not last

And people they don't seem to care

And sorry just don't cut it, yeah

It seems to me you're gettin' nowhere fast



So... Kiss... your... past



Or kiss your ass good-bye

Kiss your past good-bye

There's no more tears to cry

So kiss your past good-bye

Kiss your past good-bye



Or kiss your ass good-bye

Yeah