BIt was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.

F#You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

F#and now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.

F#7 B F#"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

BThey furnished off an apartment from a two-room Roebuck sale.

F#The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

F#but when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out wel.

F#7 B F#"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

BThey had a hi-fi phono?oh boy, did they let it blast!

F#Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz,

F#but when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell.

F#7 B F#"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

BThey bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53.

F#They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,

F#It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle.

F#7 B F#"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

BIt was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.

F#You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

F#and now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.

F#7 B"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."