Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em On a warm summer's eve

Screw the labels, screw the labels I close my eyes or analyze We don't need no labels when you're sitting 'cross the table We're perfectly unstable So why we need the, why we need the Why we need the labels? But I don't have to need a word to call you