It was 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, c'est la vie, the old folks goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two-room robuxette The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale Oh, but when Pierre found work, a little money come and worked out well C'est la vie, c'est la vie, the old folks goes to show you never can tell Oh, you never can tell They had a hi-fi phone up, boy, did they let it blast? Seven hundred little records all rockin', rhythm and jazz, yeah, yeah, yeah But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fade C'est la vie, c'est la vie, the old folks goes to show you never can tell You never can tell They bought a souped-up Jitney, was it cherry red? Fifty-three They drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Madame Wizard C'est la vie, c'est la vie, the old folks goes to show you never can tell Oh, you never can tell Oh, no, you never can tell Just goes to show you You never can tell