You Never Can Tell Lyrics - Ooh La La: An Island Harvest - Ronnie Lane

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