You Never Can Tell
They had a teenage wedding
Now the old folks wished 'em well
Now you could see that Pierre
Truly love the Mademoiselle
And all the young Monsieurs and Madames
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie" said 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 T.V. Dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell
They had a Hi-Fi phono
Boy, did they let it blast
With seven hundred little records
All them 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
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
And it was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie" said 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
And it was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
Now the old folks wished 'em well
Now you could see that Pierre
Truly love the Mademoiselle
And all the young Monsieurs and Madames
Have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie" said 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 T.V. Dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
Goes to show you never can tell
They had a Hi-Fi phono
Boy, did they let it blast
With seven hundred little records
All them 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
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
And it was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie" said 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
And it was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
"C'est la vie" said the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Berry
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