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 can never 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

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, goes to show you never can tell

You never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53

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, goes to show you never can tell

You never can tell

You never can tell

Just goes to show you

You never can tell