It was a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle

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 gingerale

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



The had a Hi-Fi phono

And 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

Drove it down to Orleans

To celebrate their anniversary

It was there that Pierre

Was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle

"C'est la vie" say the old folks

It goes to show you never can tell

It goes to show you never can tell