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

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

It goes 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

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

It goes to show, 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, you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney

Was a cherry red '53

And drove it down to Orleans

To celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre

Was wedded to the lovely madamoiselle

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

It goes 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

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

It goes to show, you never can tell