(You Never Can Tell) C'est la vie

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

You could see that Pi'erre did truly love the mademoiselle

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

"C'est la vie", said 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 Pi'erre found work, a little money coming worked out well

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

They had a Hi-Fi phono', boy, did they let it blast

700 little records, all rocking rhythm and jazz

When the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell

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

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

Drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary

It was there that Pi'erre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle

"C'est la vie", said 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 Pi'erre did truly love the mademoiselle

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

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

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

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