It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an appartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammer with TV dinners and gingerale
But when Pierre found work the little money comin' 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 rockin' 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

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They bought a souped up jitney twas a cherry red fifty nine
They drove down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wadded to that lovely madamoiselle
C'est la vie say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished 'em well...