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

EYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

E7 A E"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

EThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

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

E7 A E"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

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

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

E7 A E"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

EThey drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,

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

E7 A E"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

EYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

E7 A"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."