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