Kiss your past good-bye Or kiss your ass good-bye 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

(Finders keepers, losers weepers) I see what's mine and take it (Finders keepers, losers weepers) I'm all dressed up and naked So close I can taste it If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine And if you don't know now you know