You Never Can Tell Lyrics

It was a teenage wedding,
And the old folks wished 'em 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{3} sale.
The coolerator{4} 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,
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{5},
Was a cherry red '53.
Drove it down 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 you never can tell."
Instrumental break.

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."