C'est La Vie

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

You could see that Pierre did truly love that mademoiselle

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

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

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, was a cherry red '53

Drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary

It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle

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

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

You could see that Pierre did truly love that mademoiselle

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"

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

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