It was a skinhead wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Neville really love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
Such a life say the rude boys, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Neville found work, the little money comin' worked out well
Such a life say the rude boys, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rocksteady and ska
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
Such a life say the rude boys, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '63
Drove it down to Montego for their anniversary
It was there that Neville was married to mademoiselle
Such a life say the rude boys, it goes to show you never can tell
