Chuck Berry - 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 madamoiselle

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 to Orleans

To celebrate the anniversary

It was there that Pierre was married

To the lovely madamoiselle

"C'est la vie", say the old folks,

It goes to show you never can tell