John Brewin

You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle.
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell,
";C'est la vie,";
-Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was filled
With T.V. 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 that 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 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.
It was there where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely Mademoiselle,
";C'est la vie,";
-Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the Mademoiselle.
And the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell,
";C'est la vie,";
-Say the old folks
It goes to show that you never can tell