You Never Can Tell

That's it.

That's it.

Let's hear those horns.

Oh, yeah. Perfect.

Ready?

Here we go.

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well

Shooby-do-wop, bop-do-wop

You could see that Pierre de truly loved mademoiselle

Shooby-do-wop, hey-do-wop

And how the young monster and madame have rung the chapel bell

Shooby-do-wop, bop-do-wop

"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

Shooby-do-wop, hey-do-wop

They furnished off an apartment with the 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," said the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"

Scooby-Doo-Wop, Scooby-Doo-Wop

They had a hi-fi phone on board, did they let it blast

Scooby-Doo-Wop, Wop-Doo-Wop

700 little records all rockin', rhythm and jive

Scooby-Doo-Wop, Wop-Doo-Wop

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell

Scooby-Doo-Wop, Wop-Doo-Wop

Said, "Hey, hey, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell"

Scooby-Doo-Wop, Scooby-Doo-Wop

All right, let's hear it.

You never can tell

One more time

It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle

And that in a munch on Madame

Have rung the chapel bell

Silly, silly old folks

It's a show you never can tell