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
'Twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down New Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary.

It was there that Pierre was married
To the lovely mademoiselle
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell.