על מנת להדפיס שירים יש להתחבר או להירשם קודם
Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell
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It was a teenage wedding
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And the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre
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did truly love the madamoiselle
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And now the young monsieur
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and madame have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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it goes to show you never can tell
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They furnished off an apartment
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with a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed
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with TV dinners and ginger ale,
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But when Pierre found work
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the little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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They had a hi-fi phono, boy
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did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records
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all rock, rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down
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the rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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it goes to show you never can tell
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They bought a souped-up jitney
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'twas a cherry red '53,
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They drove it down to Orleans
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to celebrate the anniversary
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It was there that Pierre was married
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to the lovely madamoiselle
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"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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it goes to show you never can tell
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