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 led your caged bird fly
and kiss your past good-bye
kiss your past good-bye
kiss your past good-bye
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 if 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 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
or kiss your ass good-bye
yeah