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