[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 bite

And the day got deathly 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