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

AYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

A7 D A"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

AThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

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

A7 D A"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

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

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

A7 D A"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

AThey drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,

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

A7 D A"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

AYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

A7 D"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."