C'est La Vie

It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well. You could see that pierre Did truly love his 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 t.v. dimmers and ginger ale. But 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 rockin' rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down The rapid tempo of the music fell, oh well "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell Oh yieah They bought a souped-up jitney T'was a cherry-red fifty three They drove it down to new orleans To celebrate their anniversary It was there that pierre Was married to the young mad'moiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell Oh yeah It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well. You could see that pierre Did truly love his mademoiselle. And now the young monsieur and madame Have rung the chapel bell. Oh well "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell. "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell. "C'est la vie", say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell. Wohoo