It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished 'em well
We could see that
pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
have rung 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 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 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
We could see that pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madam
have rung the chapel bell
C’est la vie say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell
Ah, never can tell