C'est La Vie

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well;
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle.
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 the little money coming 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 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 to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary,
For it was there where Pierre was married
to the lovely madamoiselle;
'C'est la vie', say the old folks,
'It goes to show you never can tell'.

They had a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well;
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle.
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'.