It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished it 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 tend to They furnished off an apartment with a two-room robe of sale The coolerator was filled with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre bought work, the little money-cumming worked out well C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never tend to They had a hi-fi phono, boarded and 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 tend to They bought a suit of chimney, a twirly red 50 frame And drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there when Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never tend to It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks whisked away You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame are from the chapel bell C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never tend to It goes to show you never tend to