You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with tv dinners and ginger ale, But when pierre found work, the little money comin worked out well Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, and rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red 53, Drove down to new orleans to celebrate the anniversary It was there where pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell Cest la vie, say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell