chuck berry – you never can tell (pulp fiction)

Lyrics

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them wellYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselleAnd 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 saleThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger aleBut 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 blastSeven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazzBut 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 ’53They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversaryIt was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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