You Never Can Tell — текст песни (John Prine)

It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished em well

You could see that pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle.

And the young monsieur and madame

Have rung the chapel bell,

"cest la vie,"

-say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell



They furnished off an apartment

With a two room roebuck sale

The coolerator was filled

With t.v. dinners and ginger ale

But when pierre found work,

The little money comin worked out well

"cest la vie,"

-say the old folks

It goes to show that 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

"cest la vie,"

-say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell



They bought a souped up jitney

twas a cherry in fifty-three

They drove it down to new orleans

To celebrate their anniversary.

It was there where pierre was wedded

To the lovely mademoiselle,

"cest la vie,"

-say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell



It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished em well

You could see that pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle.

And the young monsieur and madame

Have rung the chapel bell,

"cest la vie,"

-say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell