Letras
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle, oh-oh
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie" say the old folks, 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 ginger ale, oh-oh
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie" say the old folks, goes to show you never can tell, oh-oh
You never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock and rhythm, and jazz, yeah, yeah, yeah
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie" say the old folks, goes to show you never can tell
You never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary, oh-oh
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie" say the old folks, goes to show you never can tell, oh-oh
You never can tell
Oh, no, you never can tell
("C'est la vie" say the old folks) just goes to show you
("C'est la vie" say the old folks) mm-mm
("C'est la vie" say the old folks) you never can tell
("C'est la vie" say the old folks)