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 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 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 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 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