It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did [bad word] love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame [bad word] 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 TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little [bad word]  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 [the rapid tempo of the music fell]
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell"

They bought a souped up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that 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 them well
You could see that Pierre did [bad word] love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame [bad word] the chapel bell
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "It goes to show you never can tell"