It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished 'em well You could see that pierre Did truly love the mademoiselle. And the young monsieur and madame Have rung the chapel bell, C'est la vie, -say the old folks It goes to show that you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment With a two room roebuck sale The coolerator was filled With t.v. 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 that 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 that you never can tell
They bought a souped up jitney 'twas a cherry in fifty-three They drove it down to new orleans To celebrate their anniversary. It was there where pierre was wedded To the lovely mademoiselle, C'est la vie, -say the old folks It goes to show that you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished 'em well You could see that pierre Did truly love the mademoiselle. And the young monsieur and madame Have rung the chapel bell, C'est la vie, -say the old folks It goes to show that you never can tell
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