| C | |
| It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well |
| G | |
| You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamois | elle |
| And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, |
| C | |
| "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can | tell |
| C | |
| They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale |
| G | |
| The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger | ale, |
| But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well |
| C | |
| "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can | tell |
| C | |
| They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast |
| G | |
| Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and | jazz |
| But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell |
| C | |
| "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can | tell |
| C | |
| They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53, |
| G | |
| They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversar | y |
| It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle |
| G | |
| "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can | tell |