Ignorance Isn't Bliss

My cards are the sunset, your cards are the mud
At this game that we play I'm an absolute stud
You can't hold a candle the the hand I hold
I've got a low flush, you see it, good fold

Your cards are lemons, my cards are sweet
I don't need to draw after fifth street
But I can paint the picture in my head
Of getting your chips, you're drawing dead

I'm Kobayashi, you are in a bun
You will be gone when you know that I won
Our hands have been shown, so send me your stack
Stop your complaining I won't give it back

My cards were pyrite, your cards were gold
The hand that I had was horrible to hold
I feel like a donkey, a moron, a spazz
I wish I had known that we were playing Razz