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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeYou Never Can Tell
It was a teenage weddingand the old folks wished them wellYou could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselleAnd now the young monsieurand madame have rung the chapel bellC'est la vie, say the old folksit goes to show you never can tellThey furnished off an apartmentwith a two room Roebuck saleThe coolerator was crammedwith Tv dinners and ginger aleBut when Pierre found workthe little money comin' worked out wellC'est la vie, say the old folksit goes to show you never can tellThey had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blastSeven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazzBut when the sun went downthe rapid tempo of the music fellC'est la vie, say the old folksit goes to show you never can tellThey bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53They drove it down to Orleansto celebrate the anniversaryIt was there that Pierrewas married to the lovely madamoiselleC'est la vie, say the old folksit goes to show you never can tell
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