you never can tell

it was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished 'em well, you could see that pierre, did truly love the mademoiselle. and the young monsieur and madame, have rung the chapel bell, "c'est la vie,", -say the old folks, it goes to show that you never can tell, they furnished off an apartment, with a two room roebuck sale, the coolerator was filled, 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 that 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 that you never can tell, they bought a souped up jitney, 'twas a cherry in fifty-three, 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, it goes to show that you never can tell, it was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished 'em well, you could see that pierre, did truly love the mademoiselle. and the young monsieur and madame, have rung the chapel bell, "c'est la vie,", -say the old folks, it goes to show that you never can tell