[Alvin]: On a cold winter morning On a school bus bound for nowhere I met up with a gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-staring At windows at the darkness The boredom overtook us and he began to speak He said "Son, I've made a life Out of reading people's faces Knowing what their cards were By the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind me saying I can see you're out of aces For a sip of your soda I'll give you some advice" So I handed him my bottle And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a twinkie And he offered me a bit And the day got d**hly quiet And his faced lost all expression He said "If you're gonna play the game, boy You gotta learn to play it right [The Chipmunks]: You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You never count your money When you're sitting at the table There'll be time enough for counting When the dealing's done [Alvin]: Every gambler knows That the secret to surviving Is knowing what to throw away And knowing what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner And every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for Is to die in your sleep" And when he finished speaking He turned back toward the window He finished eating all my lunch And faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep [The Chipmunks]: You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sitting at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealing's done You've got to know when to hold 'em (When to hold 'em) Know when to fold 'em (When to fold 'em) Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sitting at the table There'll be time enough for counting When the dealing's done