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.