3 -3 -4   4  -3   -4  3    3   3  -3   -3     -3    3  -3 2 

It was a teen-age wed-ding and the old folks wished ‘em well 

-3   -4    4   -3  -3  -4   3  -3   3  3    3   3  3 -2*  -2

You could see that Pi-erre did tru-ly love the ma-de-moi-selle

 3   3  -3   -4    3   -3   -2  -2  3    -1   -1   2  -2   2   -1

And now the young mon-sieur and ma-dame have rung the cha-pel bell 

 -3   -3* -4  3   3  -3   -2    -2 -3   3  -3    3  -3  3  -3  -323 

C’est la vie say the old folks, it goes to show you ne-ver 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 you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phone, 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

And 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 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 you never can tell