A
It was a teenage wedding
A
And the old folks wished them well
E
You could see that Pierre did
E7
Truly love the mademoiselle
E
And now the young monsieur and madame
E7
Have rung the chapel bell
E
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
E7 A
It goes to show you never can tell
A
They furnished off an apartment
A
With a two room Roebuck sale
E
The coolerator was crammed with
E7
TV dinners and ginger ale
E
But when Pierre found work
E7
The little money comin' worked out well
E
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
E7 A
It goes to show you never can tell
A
They had a hi-fi phono
A
Boy, did they let it blast
E
Seven hundred little records
E7
All rock, rhythm and jazz
E
But when the sun went down
E7
The rapid tempo of the music fell
E
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
E7 A
It goes to show you never can tell
A
They bought a souped-up jitney
A
'Twas a cherry red '53
E
They drove it down to Orleans
E7
To celebrate the anniversary
E
It was there that Pierre
E7
Was married to the lovely mademoiselle
E
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
E7 A
It goes to show you never can tell
A E E7 E E7 A
A
It was a teenage wedding
A
And the old folks wished them well
E
You could see that Pierre did
E7
Truly love the mademoiselle
E
And now the young monsieur and madame
E7
Have rung the chapel bell
E
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
E7 A
It goes to show you never can tell
