(You're never can tell) C'est La Vie <br /><br />It was a teenage wedding <br />And the old folks wished them well <br />You could see that Pierre <br />Did truly love the mademoiselle <br />And now the young monsieur and madame <br />Have rung the chapel bell <br />"C'est la vie", say the old folks <br />It goes to slow you never can tell <br />They furnished off an apartment <br />With a two room Roebuck sale <br />The coolerator was crammed <br />With T.V. dimmers and ginger ale <br />But when Pierre found work <br />The little money comin' worked out well <br />"C'est la vie", say the old folks <br />It goes to show you never can tell <br /><br />They had a hi-fi phono <br />Boy did they let it blast <br />Seven hundred little records <br />All rockin' rhythm and jazz <br />But when the sun went down <br />The rapid tempo of the music fell <br />"C'est la vie", say the old folks <br />It goes to show you never can tell <br /><br />they bought a souped-up jitney <br />T'was a cherry-red fifty nine <br />They drove it down to New Orleans <br />To celebrate their anniversary <br />It was there that Pierre <br />Was wedded to the lovely mad'moiselle <br />"C'est la vie", say the old folks <br />It goes to show you never can tell
