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

CYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

C7 F C"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

CThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

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

C7 F C"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

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

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

C7 F C"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

CThey drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,

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

C7 F C"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."

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

CYou could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,

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

C7 F"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell."