A#It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.

FYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

Fand now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.

F7 A# F"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

A#They furnished off an apartment from a two-room Roebuck sale.

FThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

Fbut when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out wel.

F7 A# F"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

FSeven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz,

Fbut when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell.

F7 A# F"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

A#They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53.

FThey drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,

FIt was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle.

F7 A# F"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

A#It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.

FYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

Fand now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.

F7 A#"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."