[Chorus]
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle

[Verse 1]
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 firnished off an apartment
With a two room Roebuck sale
The cooperator was crammed
With TV dinners and gingerale
But when Pierre found work
The little money coming 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 rocking 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
[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
They bought a souped up jitney
Twas a cherry red fifty nine
They drove down to New Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was
Wedded to that lovely madamoiselle
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

[Chorus]