It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished em well
You could see that Pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folks,
it goes to
show you never can tell
They finished off an apartment
a two-room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was jammed
with
tv dinners and ginger ale
And 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 blues,
rock, rhythm, and jazz
But when the sun went down,
the volume went down as well
C'est la vie say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney,
it was a cherry
red 53
And drove it down to new orleans
to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded
to the lovely mademoiselle
Cest la vie say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished em well
You could see that Pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell