Finders keepers losers weep Down on 42nd Street Oh, 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 gotta let it fly And Kiss Your Past Good-Bye (Oh, Kiss Your Past Good-Bye) (Oh, Kiss Your Past Good-Bye) And if that bird don't fly away There's just one thing I got to say It's later than a deuce of 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 It's no marks if you cry Kiss Your Past Good-Bye Kiss Your Past Good-Bye Or kiss your ass good-bye Yeah