You never can tell (teenage wedding)

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 folk, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with two rooms by themselves

The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale

But when Pierre found work the little money coming worked out well

C'est la vie, say the old folk, 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 rockin' rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell

C'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped up jittny, was a cherry red fifty three

They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle

C'est la vie say the old folk, 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 folk, it goes to show you never can tell