You Can Never Tell

It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished 'em well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the Mademoiselle

And the young Monsieur and Madame

Have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks

"It goes to show that you never can tell"

They furnished off an apartment

With a two room Roebuck sale

The Coolerator was filled

With TV Dinners and ginger ale

But when Pierre found work

The little money comin' worked out well

"C'est la vie," say the old folks

"It goes to show that you never can tell"

They had a Hi-Fi phono

Boy, did they let it blast

Seven hundred little records

All rock, rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down

The rapid tempo of the music fell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks

"It goes to show that you never can tell"

They bought a souped up jitney

'Twas a cherry in fifty-three

They drove it down to New Orleans

To celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre was wedded

To the lovely Mademoiselle

"C'est la vie," say the old folks

"It goes to show that you never can tell"

It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished 'em well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the Mademoiselle

And the young Monsieur and Madame

Have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie," say the old folks

"It goes to show that you never can tell"