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 madam [bad word] 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 [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,
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 [bad word] love the mademoiselle,
And now the young monsieur and madam [bad word] the chapel bell,
C'est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell.