Анжела Сорокина

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that the air did truly love the madame was there And now the young monsieur and madame have run the chapel hell They love it to the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-roomer robot sale The poolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money come and worked out well They love it to the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a high-five phone, oh boy, did he let it blast Seven hundred little records, oh