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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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