You Never Can Tell - Live

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 Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
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 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 you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney,
'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down New Orleans
to celebrate their 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 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
"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



Credits
Writer(s): Chuck Berry
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