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
With 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
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 '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