D
It was a teen-aged wedding
D
And the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did
A
Truly love the mademoiselle
A
And now the young Monsieur and Madame
A
Have rung the chapel bell
A
C'est La Vie say the old folks
D
It goes to show you never can tell
D
They furnished off an apartment
D
With a 2 room Roebuck sale
D
The coolerator was crammed
A
With TV dinners and Ginger Ale
A
But when Pierre found work
A
The little money come in, worked out well
A
C'est La Vie say the old folks
D
It goes to show you never can tell
D
They had a hi-fi phono
D
Boy, did they let it blast
D
700 little records
A
All rock, rhythm and jazz
A
But when the sun went down
A
The rapid tempo of the music fell
A
C'est La Vie say the old folks
D
It goes to show you never can tell
D
They bought a souped up jitney
D
Was cherry red fifty-three
D
Drove it down to New Orleans
A
To celebrate their anniversary
A
It was there where Pierre was wedded
A
To the lovely mademoiselle
A
C'est La Vie say the old folks
D
It goes to show you never can tell
D
They had a teen-aged wedding
D
And the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did
A
Truly love the mademoiselle
A
And now the young Monsieur and Madame
A
Have rung the chapel bell
A
C'est La Vie say the old folks
D
