And the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame

Have rung the chapel bell

C'est la vie

Say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment

With a two room Roebuck Sale

The coolerator was crammed

With TV dinners and ginger ale

But when Pierre found work

The little money coming worked out well

C'est la vie

Say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono

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 that you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney

A cherry red fifty three

They drove it down to 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 that you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding

And the old folks wished them well

You could see that Pierre

Did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame

Have rung the chapel bell

C'est la vie

Say the old folks

It goes to show that you never can tell