you never can tell by Malhas

It was a teenage wedding and the folks were damn proud

Because she had paired me through love with Mademoiselle

And all the others, you and madame, around the chandelle

Said, "I'll be in St. Louis, of course, to show you

Never can tell

The furniture of the apartment with the tourniquet

You collect those traveling TV, DVDs and T.V.s.

Put the gas on work, your little money converts all hell.

Selling cell phones, it's going to show, never can tell.

The iPhone boy, they like that.

Seven hundred little records and a rock and rhythm jazz.

We'll run this song way down the rap beat and force the music proud.

C'est la vie, say the old folks, it's gonna show.

Now's the cat time!

Come on, man!