It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that care,
the true love,
the man of muscle
Now when the young madame monsieur rang the chapel bell
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished up an apartment,
what's a two room robot you say?
The coolerator was prammed,
but t'was a dentist in January
Now when Pierre found work,
the little money coming worked out well
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They had a high-five for an old boy,
didn't let it blast
Seven hundred little records,
all rock around them in jazz
But when the sun went down,
the rapper turned bald and music fell
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a suit,
Doc Chitney was a cherry red fifty-three
They drove down to New Leeds to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre had wed the lovely madame monsieur
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did true love the madame muscle
Now when the young madame monsieur rang the chapel bell
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
Saint-Lovie said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell