It was a teenage wedding, <br /> and the old folks wished them well<br /> You could see that Pierre <br /> did truly love the mademoiselle<br /> And now the young monsieur <br /> and madame have rung the chapel bell,<br /> &quot;C'est la vie&quot;, say the old folks, <br /> it goes to show you never can tell <br /> <br /> They furnished off an apartment <br /> with a two room Roebuck sale<br /> The coolerator was crammed <br /> with TV dinners and ginger ale,<br /> But when Pierre found work, <br /> the little money comin' worked out well<br /> &quot;C'est la vie&quot;, say the old folks, <br /> it goes to show you never can tell <br /> <br /> They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast<br /> Seven hundred little records, <br /> all rock, rhythm and jazz<br /> But when the sun went down, <br /> the rapid tempo of the music fell<br /> &quot;C'est la vie&quot;, say the old folks, <br /> it goes to show you never can tell <br /> <br /> They bought a souped-up jitney, <br /> 'twas a cherry red '53,<br /> They drove it down New Orleans <br /> to celebrate their anniversary<br /> It was there that Pierre was married <br /> to the lovely mademoiselle<br /> &quot;C'est la vie&quot;, say the old folks, <br /> it goes to show you never can tell <br />