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 now the young Monsier 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 coming 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 rockin' 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 jittny, was a cherry red fifty three.
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 say the old folks, it goes to show 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 Monsier and Madame have rung the chapel bell.
C'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.