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", said 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 coming worked out well

"C'est la vie", said 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", said 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 mademoiselle

"C'est la vie", said 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", said the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell"