You Never Can Tell

Chuck Berry, Bruce Springsteen, Pulp Fiction

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  It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well 

  You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle 

  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
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  S2:
  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
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  S3:
  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
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  S4:
  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 mademoiselle 

  "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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  S1:
  It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well 

  You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle 

  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
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