You Never Can Tell (Pulp Fiction)

289. You Never Can Tell (Pulp Fiction) 

It was a C (I) teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre did Truly love the mademoi- G (V) selle

And now the G (V) young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

"C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7 (V7)  goes to show you never can C (I) tell

They furnished C (I) off an apartment With a two room Roebuck sale

The coolerator was crammed with Tv dinners and ginger G (V) ale

But when G (V) Pierre found work The little money comin' worked out well

"C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7  (V7) goes to show you never can C (I) tell

They had a C (I) hi-fi phono Boy, did they let it blast

Seven hundred little records All rock, rhythm and G (V) jazz

But when the G (V) sun went down The rapid tempo of the music fell

"C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7 (V7) goes to show you never can C (I) tell

They bought a C (I) souped-up jitney 'Twas a cherry red '53

They drove it down to Orleans To celebrate the anniversa- G (V) ry

It was G (V) there that Pierre Was married to the lovely mademoiselle

"C'est la vie", say the old folks It G7  (V7) goes to show you never can C (I) tell