You Never Can Tell
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished him well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have ring 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 Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little money came in worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
700 little records, all rock, and 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 you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished him well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have ring the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have ring 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 Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little money came in worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
700 little records, all rock, and 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 you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished him well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have ring the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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Writer(s): Chuck Berry
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