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 robot sale

The coolerator was crammed with teepee 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's a show you never can tell."

They had a hi-fi phone, oh boy, did they let it blast.

700 little records, all rock, rhythm, and jazz.

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

"C'est la vie," said the old folks, "you go to show, you never can tell."

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

and drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary.

It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle.

C'est la vie, c'est les hauts-coups, both a show you never can tell.