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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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