It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
Cest 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 Pierre found work, a little money coming worked out well
Cest 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
Cest 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 Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
Cest 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 Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
Cest la vie, said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
Cest la vie, said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
Cest la vie, said the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell