Sing along:

Oh felter, no cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.

Oh felter, no cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.

Raise, raise, raise.

I remember when they use to bitch
every time they lost hands in poker.

I’d sit there watching those suckas cringe
as we take their units away.

Good hands they had,
but they still lost,
and now they pay,
Pay!

When you're sucka,
you to pay the cost.
So rebuy in and play.
Play!

Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.

Raise, raise.

 Said I remember when we use to play
no-limit poker in Feltsville.
That’s where Felty would make the suckas cry.
And he would bet them out their units all night.
And we would look as the suckas wiped their eyes
as they got outplayed every time.
And they would look
so sorry
each time they lose, ooh.

Every suckas gotta lose sometime.
Every suckas gotta lose sometime.
Every suckas gotta lose sometime.
Go home to your basement and cry.

Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.
Oh felter, don’t cry.