C'est La Vie (You Never Can Tell)

It was a teenage wedding
 And the old folks wished them well
 You could see that Pierre
 Did truly love the mademoiselle
 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 apartment
 With a two room Roebuck sale
 The coolerator was crammed
 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
 And 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
 Was a cherry-red '53
 Drove it down to Orleans
 To celebrate their anniversary
 It was there that Pierre
 Was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
 "C'est la vie" say the old folks
 It goes to show you never can tell
 It goes to show you never can tell