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