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 The...