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

You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

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



They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale

The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale

But when Pierre found work, the little money comin worked out well

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



They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast

Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell

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



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

They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary

It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle

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