(Written by: Chuck Berry) It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished `em well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madam have rung the chapel bell C`est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They finished off an apartment with a two-room Roebuck sale The coolerator was jammed with TV dinners and ginger ale And 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 blues, rock, rhythm, and jazz But when the sun went down, the volume went down as well C`est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, it was a cherry red `53 And 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 you never can tell They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished `em well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madam have rung the chapel bell C`est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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