It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well
you could see that Pierre did [bad word] love
the madamoiselle
And now the youn 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 apartmentwith 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 rock,rhythm and jazz
but when the sun went down
the rapid tempo of teh 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 Orleans
to celebrate the anniversary
it was there that Pierre was married
to the lovely madamoiselle
c `est la vie, say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell