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 go 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 comin' worked out well
   "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
  
   They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
   Seven hundred little records, all rock, and rhythm and jazz
   But when the sun wen tdown, the rapid tempo of the music fell
   "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
  
   They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53,
   Drove down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
   It was there where Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
   "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go 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 mademoiselle
   And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
   "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell