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 madam 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,rythm 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,`twas a cherry red `53
They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
C`est la vie,say the old folks ,it goes to show you never can tell
