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