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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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