Lyrics:

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