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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,
'C'est la vie', say 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,
Whe 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, oh boy,
Seven hundred little records,
All rock, 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.
They bought a
souped-up jitney,
'Twas a cherry red '53.
They drove it down New Orleans
To celebrate their
anniversary.
It was there that Pierre was married
To the lovely madamoiselle.
C'est la vie', say 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,
'C'est la vie', say the old folks,
It
goes to show you never can
tell.