{c´est la vie} 1977

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