It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell « C’est la vie » say the old folks 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 Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well « C’est la vie » say the old folks 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 rock, rhythm, and jazz But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell « C’est la vie » say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney was a cherry red ’53 And drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle « C’est la vie » say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell « C’est la vie » say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell
